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Date Posted: Saturday, October 09, 03:42:25am
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Loveroy
's message, "Mon Roi - Chapter 36 and forward" on Thursday, August 12, 02:40:15am
Michael walked out of Nikita’s recuperating room making his way to his bedroom, closing his door after telling his always-present guards not to allow anyone in and quietly decompressing. The Prince overcome with emotion and saddened by the turn of events concerning his beautiful Nikita needed to regroup before joining the festivities he had to preside over. He washed his face, looked himself in the mirror and started changing his clothing to more appropriate royal attire, after all the biohazard garb was no longer needed.
Michael walked among his subordinates who adoringly thanked him for his commitment to making their lives whole again. His compassionate words assured everyone he spoke with honesty and total guardianship for their prosperity, future and their well being, and these were truly Prince Michael’s greatest concerns. The merriment of this day a sharp contrast to the days of fear and sorrow the survivors had endured and hopefully the future would be full of optimism.
From the corner of his eyes Michael saw Nikita leaving the recuperating area accompanied by Sir Walter, Terri and Carla, although thinner than he remembered, Nikita looked spectacular. The festivities made her appear content, she laughed when a clown handed her a balloon and patted the head of a little girl who cried thinking she was lost, the mother appearing at their side immediately. Michael enjoyed the transparent innocence of his former paramour; she was pure light and the posy someone handed her paled in comparison to her true beauty.
A ravishing woman approached Michael as he was making his way to Nikita; the woman seemed to be making a sexual overture towards the handsome monarch, who listened attentively. As she looked around at the joyful partygoer faces, Nikita’s eyes rested on the impressive Prince and at seeing the flirty exchange she experienced a pang of a feeling she did not yet recognize. Impulsively Nikita moved towards the monarch to greet him and interrupt what she perceived as an idyllic interlude.
With Walter and the tattooed girls following close behind Nikita approached the Prince and curtsying said, “Your Highness it is so nice to see you again.”
She sneered at the obvious woman and moved to weave her arm into Prince Michael’s bent elbow as he smiled, “Nee-kee-tah, you look lovely.”
Michael excused himself while the woman bowed and he walked towards the perimeter of the park with Nikita from his arm. They chatted contently about the reason for the festivities; about the security of the dome and about the extemporaneous weather they could control. Nikita explained to a totally enthralled Michael, that she had been in the comma for over a year and she needed to learn, without anyone’s help, how to go forward and live.
It was at that moment, in this impressive setting close to the door to her little cottage, that Prince Michael understood that if he wanted Nikita back, he needed to court the woman before him. He also understood that this was going to be a slow process and that he could make it an enjoyable time, or he could agonize through every step of the process. So with an amended outline of what needed done, Michael bid Nikita goodbye for the second time on this glorious day and strolled away.
Michael called over his shoulder as he boarded the golf cart that would take him to his private quarters, “Take tomorrow to get settled in, I’ll see you Monday at 9:00 in my office.” An uniformed guard handed Nikita an elegant and elaborate business-size card with a hand written phone number.
The doors to the story book cottage opened as if by magic and Nikita’s new family greeted her, with Terry and Carla introducing her to their respective husbands and children. Prince Michael moved towards the castle, his mood changing to one of hope and he reminded himself that patience had always been his forte and now could proof to be his trump card. The Birkoff twins knew that they would have to be very vigilant of every little nuance of Nikita’s first night out, so they could share it with Prince Michael the next morning.
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Early Sunday morning Michael sat in the secluded balcony of his quarters, he drank coffee and listened to the Birkoff twins report on Nikita’s first night in her new life. The gregarious Jason and the solemn Seymour, each with their distinct personalities, recounted the woman’s enthusiastic approach. She loved the space, spoke of moving the furniture, removing some of the decorations and making the place her own.
Michael listened intently when told that Nikita was not sure how she had reached the conclusion that she liked an eclectic style of decorating and wondered how she was able to recall the name of the flowers in her garden. The young woman was grateful to Terri and Carla for having shown her such friendship in such a short time and the women explained that in this New World everyone was a friend to everyone else. Michael laughed at some of Nikita’s joyful remarks and grimaced at some of the woman’s painful struggles through simple tasks that should not have been troublesome.
Prince Michael learned that she would be going to church and that she was glad the services were non-denominational since she could not remember what religion she belonged to. Although the Monarchy usually held private religious services for the Royal family, Michael chose to change that tradition on this Sunday, he would attend the services that Nikita was planning on attending. It was time to set procedure; the Prince advised his parents that he intended to allow an intermission in the midst of all the chaos, to show their subjects that in the end, everyone was created equal.
King Paul spoke, “In other words Michael, you are allowing personal concerns to interfere with the running of the sovereign-state.”
Michael looked at his father and let out an exasperated breath, “Father, not everything has a perfidious subterfuge.”
Queen Madeline smiled and told her son, “As you wish then Michael, we’ll go to services with the masses.”
Later on that morning the Royal Family joined the subjects in an outdoor ceremony of religious undertones, a short period of communing with each other in a celebration of their new life. Prince Michael watched Nikita afterwards move quietly and alone towards her home, her progression was confident, a woman with a plan, with a mission and with a purpose. Michael moved himself quietly towards the castle, he needed to let Nikita claim her own moment in time, but even though he was allowing her all this room, he watched her from his balcony and smiled.
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The blonde beauty sat at her tiny dining area on her small dinette set with its retro allure and enjoyed a self-prepared, spaghetti with meat sauce dinner. Smiling at her good fortune at remembering how to boil water and heat jar sauce she enjoyed her home cooked meal and listened to music. She found a bottle of red wine and a couple of tall crystal goblets and made a spur of the moment decision. Nikita picked up the phone and dialed the handwritten number on the card the guard handed her early in the day.
After two rings Michael’s soft accented voice came on the line, “Oui.”
“Your Highness?” Nikita stuttered, she had a desperate need to hang up, but pushed on.
Michael was surprised, “Nee-kee-tah, is that you?”
Nikita coughed and continued, “Sire, I am sorry… pause… but I just found a bottle of wine and no way of opening it, and I was wondering…”
Michael interrupted, “I’ll be right over, I am sure we have a cork-screw somewhere in the castle.”
Nikita looked at the phone realizing Michael had hung up and she placed the receiver back on the cradle. She sat on the couch by the phone for what seemed like an eternity preoccupied that the incredibly impulsive lame decision to call him would have irreparable consequences to her future. She heard the muffled sound of the golf cart approaching and saw the soft reflection of the carts light creeping through her windows and she quickly moved towards the door opening it to find Michael.
Holding a silver corkscrew in his hand, he showed it to Nikita and said, “Found one, now where is that bottle of wine that needs opening?”
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