Seraphiell
I left dad's room with tears still in my eyes. All I could do was stare at the floor. I could tell that Lucas was wondering what could possibly have happened to make me cry. It's been a year since he became my knight. A year since the incident took place. My failed attempt to be strong was laughable when I tried to firmly ask for my hankie. I'm tired now, too tired to start walking across the palace to my room. Perhaps I can just ask Lucas to teleport me there. Even though something as simple as a teleportation spell makes me nauseous because of my lack of mana, when I get back I'll just sleep it off. I just need rest right now. "Teleport me to my room, please." I ask him. Being reminded of how I can't do such a thing for myself makes me feel like I'm asking a daunting task of him. "Stand close to me, your highness." There's sympathy in his voice. It seems I've really worried him. I put my arms around him, still yearning for a firm hold. By the time I open my eyes, we are in front of my bedroom. I'd like to be comforted a bit more, but I'm sure I'm making Lucas uncomfortable. I simply say, "Thank you, Lucas." And let go. He opens the door for me, and I leave. Without even pulling off my dress, I slumped on my bed.
Regardless of what I feel, some things society simply can't accept. Some things just cannot take place. Such as a magicless woman ruling an empire.