| Subject: Mon Roi - Chapter 38 |
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Date Posted: Tuesday, August 24, 02:07:29am
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's message, "Mon Roi - Chapter 36 and forward" on Thursday, August 12, 02:40:15am
Nikita watched a pensive Michael with great interest and she remarked, “Penny for your thoughts?”
“Adam is not my son.” Michael confessed to Nikita as he resumed diligently searching the room for clues of their location and of their captors’ real identity.
Nikita approached Michael and stroked his arm, somehow wanting to communicate in a loving fashion her disassociated feeling of doom, and then said, “I know Queen Madeline told me on the train. But Michael your parents love the child and you. I can’t believe they would play with Adam’s safety or your well being.”
Michael sat on the bed’s edge across from where the child rested and pulled Nikita to his lap. He reposed his weary head on her shoulder while her back rested on his broad chest. “You don’t understand. Adam was a conduit to me, to the power that I had been granted. He was being used as a way to communicate with me… you see Kita the protocol stated that he was the future and I the present.”
The couple moved to lay back on the bed and Nikita eased her body around, now facing Michael while she lay on top of him. She looked at Michael and smiled a sad smile as he continued a string of rational thought very out of character for the usually monosyllabic man, “To survive, humanity needed to have learned the lessons of the past. Did it?”
Although Nikita realized this was a rhetorical question she answered it anyway, “It doesn’t seem to be the case Michael. Perhaps starting from scratch and separating completely from the past while forging our own future is what we ultimately need. Wasn’t that the original plan?”
Michael looked surprised, for the beautiful woman regularly complained about the Realm’s approach and its lack of leniency, “You mean, forget those dissentient who remain among us, not save them?”
“Well… choose the innocent, the fair, the truly loyal. Save those worth saving.” She answered saddened, surprising herself at her new sentiment.
Michael stroked his hands against the small of her back, the only portion of her skin that he could reach through the elaborate regal clothing they now wore, answering, “And who will make that determination? Whose model do we use to make our choices as to who survives and why?”
Nikita rolled off him and crawled up on the bed, she was exhausted and overwhelmed and wanted to rest but first she needed to finish exposing her newly developed viewpoint, “I guess you must. After all you are the chosen one.” She stated decisively, “I am convinced your ‘exemplar’ is the proper one to use.”
Michael walked to a massive armoire and found soft white cotton drawstring pants and v-neck short sleeved shirts that the couple donned quickly remembering the child was in the room and shouldn’t see them disrobing in his presence. He continued speaking as he crawled back under the covers with her, “I am just a Prince Nee-kee-tah, not a god.”
“You are a leader Michael. You are that tool you claim Adam will become; just with experience, wisdom and heart.” The blonde woman expounded with her eyes moist with the reality of her words.
“Am I Kita? Isn’t that way of thinking what brought us here to this place in time?” He asked with a heavy heart, always teaching her the road to survival.
“Michael, you are the chosen one, do you have any doubts?” She understood what he was trying to convey – although he was chosen, he could not let the past be forgotten. She needed to know if he had changed from that constant man she had come to love and happily found him pushing back after her every nudge.
“Of course I had doubts, the first question I wanted to ask of them was, why me?” He said.
“Then you were the right choice Michael, you understood that you are not perfect, you understood the need to ask why the decision was made. And precisely because of those doubts I say they made the right selection.” She repeated and then wisely added, “They had their reasons, I am sure they didn’t come to choose you by drawing your name out of a hat.” She smiled. “Why do you think they picked you of all the other high births in the World?”
“Perhaps because I was the least eager to govern.” He said remembering the time when he received this position that he never thought would need to be filled.
Nikita observed, “Or maybe because you were not spoiled by the avarice of envy.”
He sighed and kissed her nose saying, “Who is to say eventually I wouldn’t have been just like the rest?”
She shook her head, closing her eyes understanding why he was being so negative, but scolding him anyway, “You can’t be that jaded Michael. The people that chose you surely reached a sound judgment. I am convinced they labored hard to charge you with this momentous honor. And you are already doing them proud by all you have achieved in such a short time.” She held his face with her hand, “Hell, you gave them your child, the ultimate sacrifice. You have humbly pondered every miniscule detail looking for answers, risking it all for an undeserving world.”
The corners of his mouth raised slightly at this woman’s bravado, “Don’t worry Kita, I won’t let them down. But I fear my conviction could wane.”
She whispered in one-syllable words that echoed his, “Why?”
“Because I could never give you up.” Michael kissed her head.
Nikita rested a bent elbow on the bed, holding herself up, “Is that true, even if they ordered it?”
Michael looked at the woman and smiled a satisfied grin answering her softly, “I could not live without you I’ve told you that before”
Nikita gasped at the confession, but made no show of her excitement. She thought that because Michael felt the same way she did, neither would let history repeat itself allowing them to wind up like their ancestors had. This time love would conquer all, after all he was the supreme authority in this world under construction.
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