Birthday Part 1
Kol was sitting on a cloud. The world around him was peaceful and calm.
“How does it feel to be married again?”
He smiled, “it feels right.”
“What about us?”
He wasn’t going to look at her. His focus would remain on the cloud. “I wasn’t able to get any feel about us. We returned from a victorious battle. I was on an emotional high. Was slammed violently back to the ground finding my father dead. Had our wedding not already been planned, we should have waited. Regardless, you became with child. That should have been joyous for both of us but you instantly hated me. The birth of our son should have been the happiest day of our lives. You took that from me. Then you died. Was there ever an us?”
“I think you’re right.” She laughed. “Was there anything about me you loved?”
“Looking back on it, I think I used you. I’m truly sorry. You were so very different.”
“From Kessa?” He took a deep breath. “Your mother fed that you know?”
“How?”
“She made sure you saw Kessa and Max in situations that would feed jealousy. That’s exactly what she did to me. She used Kessa to make me hate you. And by the end, I truly hated you. I had planned to force you into ending the marriage.”
“I thought you said you could only give me clues?”
“We are just talking.”
“I did have an affair but Frego is your son. Don’t let anyone try to say he’s not.” Kol couldn’t speak. He had suspicions but had never said anything. “Do you know what day it is when you wake?”
“Meaning?”
“You don’t know.” She giggled. “It’s Kessa’s birthday” He turned to face Sarah.
“Honestly?!”
“This is my final gift to you.” She smiled. “Her favorite color is purple. She loves tulips. They only grow on the mountain in the spring. That little flowering vine is a honeysuckle.”
“She smells like them.” He thought about Kessa’s birthday. “What can I possibly do to make this day special?” Sarah didn’t answer. He looked around for her but she was gone.
He woke with that thought on his mind. ‘What could he possibly do to make this day special?’
She had left a note on her pillow; Barracks. Love you. K
He stuck his head out the door and locked eyes with his porter. Shook his head before disappearing back inside.
‘Was this a trick?’ Sarah hadn’t tricked him before. He paced for a moment before stepping back outside to a stunned porter. He shook his head and stepped back into their chambers.
‘What can I do?’ Should he try to plan something? Should he wait? He paced. “Rajaf!”
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