| Subject: Mon Roi - Chapter 47 |
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Date Posted: Monday, October 11, 02:11:14am
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Loveroy
's message, "Mon Roi - Chapter 36 and forward" on Thursday, August 12, 02:40:15am
Prince Michael couldn’t move from the door for Nikita was rooted to the threshold preventing his path while holding intimately to the bottle of wine, then clumsily handing it to the smiling man. His eyes traveled from her bluest orbs to her pinkest lips that he remembered so well, over and over again enjoying looking at his favorite parts of the woman. She was feeling strange by the man’s proximity and confused by the tiny butterflies fluttering aimlessly in the pit of her stomach.
He only snapped out of his impulsive scrutiny of her because of her timid invitation, “Oh I’m sorry, come on in.”
He hesitated now holding the bottle and she smiled furthering boldly, “Unless you want to pop the cork out here.”
He smirked, moving towards her who was back to being rooted to the floor and whispered, “It’s a bottle of 1982 Chateau Margot,” and now pronouncing the next word in his perfect French accent, “Champagne corks are the ones that pop.”
While Michael passed her as she still stood at the door and entered the small dwelling, Nikita mumbled sounding overwhelmed, “I have so much to learn.”
Michael stood by the kitchen counter and opening the wine regretted his last remark for he did not want to overburden Nikita with the magnitude of her affliction. Pointing to the wineglasses sitting on the counter and receiving a nod of approval Michael poured the red liquid for himself and then thinking better about the alcoholic beverage and Nikita’s medical problems, he looked up at her again.
“Nee-kee-tah, did the doctor say you could drink alcohol, are you still on medication?” He asked as she plopped on the couch feeling a little defeated.
She regained her composure while still sitting on the couch and answered his question, “No meds, and don’t worry I can hold my alcohol.” Then confused with the last statement she asked a rhetorical question, “How did I know that bit of trivia about myself when I can’t even remember anyone else’s name?”
Michael who finished serving the wine for both of them sat next to her on the sofa and handed her the wine while saying, “You’ll be fine if you just take the amnesia one step at a time.”
Nikita clink her wineglass against Michael’s and confessed, “I can’t believe that I had the unmitigated gall to call you, the Prince, and worse yet with the lame excuse of the wine bottle.”
Michael answered the woman taking a sip of the wine to stop his own revelation of their past together and forgetting the declarations that Nikita was not ready to hear. “It gave me comfort that you felt you could reach out to me, after all I left you my phone number this morning.”
Nikita added smiling shyly, “That was the only reason I dared to call you, the number was handwritten and I figured it was to a private phone line that only you would answer.”
Michael poured more wine in both glasses and knocked her arm with his elbow in a playful manner saying, “It was not a lame excuse you used when you called, and your problem was not about the wine bottle but about the corkscrew, remember?”
Nikita relaxed, as did Michael and they sat back ‘milking’ their second glass of wine. She confided in him that she somehow felt comfortable in his presence from the moment she first saw him as though they had been friends from before her amnesia. Michael asked Nikita if she felt the same way about anyone else she had encountered since coming out of her coma and she shook her head, just saying no.
Michael smiled and joked, “Perhaps it is because I am so handsome and everyone else is so… ugly,” Repeating something she had said to him long before. When he saw Nikita smile he continued, “Nikita, even though we are living in a different world than the one we left behind, this memory problem of yours has to be still even more surreal than what we are getting adjusted to.”
Nikita stood and walked to the window to watch the contrived rain that had started to fall outside, “Perhaps what I should do is forget, “ here she laughed, “everything I can’t remember.”
Michael joined her at the window and although his heart was breaking at not being able to help her, he smiled and answered, “See the rain, we forgot what the real one was like and have gotten used to watching it fall only at night.”
Her smile widened and her voice gained joy as she said, “Like in Camelot.”
Michael looked at Nikita quizzically and asked her, “Pardon me, Camelot?”
“You don’t strike me like the ‘show tunes’ type,” She answered touching her hand to the windowpane and quoting from a movie with Richard Harris, “The rain may never fall ‘till after sundown…”
Michael laughed, “See, memory is a tricky thing, I did not remember those lyrics until now when you reminded me of them and believe me I could have used that libretto while making some of these new laws.”
Nikita took his hand pulling him towards the kitchen and said, “Want something to eat, I remember how to cook.” She then added, “I remember the entire song,” And then started singing, “A law was made a distant moon ago here, July and August cannot be too hot…”
Michael helped her take out the ingredients to prepare chocolate chip cookies and enjoyed the light that seemed to emanate from Nikita. He felt she was making great strides whether she knew the reasons for her memories or not, and Michael understood that she needed to do this remembering on her own. Her memories could not be learned, they needed to be brought forth from the deep recesses of her empty recollection by the possessor of those memories, la belle Nikita. Prince Michael was more than willing to help Nikita remember her past if she so wished or help her make new memories full of their dreams.
It was about 3 a.m. when the couple realized what time it was and that they had talked non stop, danced, eaten the cookies, drank the milk and even read a book she chose from the bookshelf in the bedroom. Michael excused himself claiming the time was late and they needed to work the next morning, she agreed and kissing lightly at the door, like two friends would, they parted ways. Nikita watched Michael’s guards approach him as he moved towards the cart and laughed at the tirade the monarch was serving the guards for not listening to the Prince’s order and following him to Nikita’s home.
As Michael lay on his bed he thought how he had done the correct and honorable thing by leaving Nikita, ignoring the desperate need he felt as he decided to walk out of her house. As Nikita lay on her bed she thought how glad she was that Michael had decided to leave for she didn’t know how long she could have continued in his presence before devouring his lips. As Michael and Nikita lay on their respective beds waiting for the morn they both broke into song, “In short there’s simply not, a more congenial spot, for happily ever-aftering than here in Camelot.”
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