35 Ernest: His Majesty’s Agony
The majestic castle bell tolled as the bright clear day came to an end with the sun sinking down to the horizon. The civil servants working in the palace began to wind
down their work at the sound. Ernest finished reading through the
documents in his hand, and stretched in his chair trying to work out the stiffness that he had accumulated .
He heaved a deep sigh and sat forward
putting his elbow on the desk and rested his cheek in his hand.
‘Iris…’
What was his beloved doing now? She
must be awake by now. For the past week, she had been dealing with his obscene demands every night till morning came; she must have accumulated a lot of
fatigue. As she continued to be deprived of her strength, a part
of him felt sorry. But another part, felt a dark sense of security; she could
not escape today. With the conflicting emotions battling inside him, Ernest sighed
again.
He heard footsteps come to stop
outside his doors, followed by a perfunctory knock. Sirius entered,
‘Your Majesty, I am sorry to bring
this to you at the end of the work day; but these documents need to be looked through as well.’
Although he said he was sorry, Ernest
did not think he truly was.
Sirius handed him the sheaf of papers
to study.
‘Very well…’ he replied. As he took the
papers, he noticed Matthias had come in behind Sirius, but he had no documents
in hand. Ernest wanted to ask what he wanted, but he held his tongue.
He must be here about his beloved
sister in law; a guilt rose in his heart.
He turned his gaze to the documents
and began to read.
After a short while, Ernest stamped
the document.
‘Thank you, sire,’ Sirius said. ‘Since there
are no particular objections, we shall proceed with the maintenance of the
highways.’
‘Good.’
Sirius bowed and left the office.
Ernest leaned back tiredly in his
chair as the doors closed behind Sirius.
As soon as he was gone, Matthias
smiled at him,
‘Your Majesty, might I enquire about
the health of my sister in law; she is alive, isn’t she?’
Ernest frowned at him in surprise;
that question was so outrageous.
Matthias, on the other hand, lowered
frowned darkly,
‘If something happened to my sister in
law, my Letty will be saddened.’ (Zuben: I find that distinctly hard to
believe)
He spoke casually, but the eyes that
watched Ernest were full of concern. Usually, he was all smiles not allowing
others to read guess he true thoughts. Ernest turned away from him, and replied,
‘She is important to me, I wouldn’t
kill her.'
‘Ah, that’s true.’ Matthias said with
a breath of relief. Then his expression turned teasing, ‘It seems that you
truly cannot accept any woman other than my sister in law.’
Ernest and Matthias had been friends
for a long time. He was familiar with Ernest’s sexual situation, as was Sirius.
Even during the minimum required class on sex education a royal like him had to take, he could not carry on
because he became nauseated. Not to mention whenever he was in the presence of
women during a ball, they all flocked around him trying to push their bosom,
ample or otherwise, against him while their coy expressions were beseeching, he
ended up losing consciousness from fear.
Ernest nodded at the comment. But
Matthias looked at him sternly, ‘But, isn’t it too much to make her so
exhausted that she can’t even see Princess Rosemary?’
‘How do you…’ know that? But it was
useless to ask, Sirius would have told him.
Iris was unable to get up in the
morning because he had been with her all night. She had not been able to teach
Rosemary embroidery all week. Rosemary must have complained to Sirius. Matthias
smiled smugly at a silent Ernest.
‘I know it’s because I told you about
the letter.’
Ernest sighed and replied, ‘It’s not
your fault.’ (Zuben: It is yours.)
‘That is correct.’
Ernest raised a brow at him. Matthias
was his friend so, he could be impertinent. But it didn’t mean that Ernest was
not annoyed.
‘While I don’t think it was my fault,
Iris’ letter was a shock to me too!’
Eight days ago, Matthias had shown
Ernest the letter. The moment he read it, Ernest turned dark before his eyes.
She had wanted Matthias to create an
antidote for the love potion, and she had threatened to expose them if he
didn’t. She also wanted to move to the villa outside of town after Ernest was
cured.
Seeing the letter, Ernest could only
ask one question: Why? Why? Why did she want to leave him?
He fell into despair.
Then foolish Ernest realised; she had
never told him she loved him.
He was already feeling guilty about
deceiving her about the love potion, and making her sign a marriage contract
she could not easily get out of. He had gotten complacent, thinking that she
felt the same because she gave him her body. He had gotten in a tangle the
moment he realised that her heart could had not become his.
He had been stupid.
He
smiled sadly.
Yet, despite this hopeless reality, he
was filled with a desperate need to keep her bound to him anyway he could. Even
though he hated himself for making his beloved cry, he could not let her go. He
was just forcing his love on her (Zuben: Why is it that at no point does he think
telling her the truth would be a viable option?)
He was a terrible man. Even though
others saw him as a wonderful wise man; he was just a poor man starving for
love.
‘Matthias, what would you do if it
were you?’
Matthias regarded Ernest for a moment before
replying, ‘Me? I would probably chain Letty’s ankle to the bed.’
‘Hey…!’
‘I have to punish my cute pet for
biting her master’s hand, right?’ Matthias said with a dark smile. Looking at
Ernest’s troubled face, he said to Ernest,
‘But I don’t think you are able to do
that kind of thing.’
‘I don’t think most people can.’
‘That’s true. But are you going to
give up on Iris?’
He was feeling guilty forcing himself
on her so much, but he did not want her to escape him. He loved her so much. He
remembered the dark joy he felt inside her, and shook his head. Matthias
shrugged.
‘Isn’t it strange? You can’t be around
women, yet you gave your heart to Iris.’
He gave his heart to Iris.
Ernest still remembered the first time
he saw her vividly…
36 Ernest: The Making of a King.
On a hot summer’s day twenty nine
years ago, Ernest was born. He was the third child of the royal couple, and the
first son.
As a Prince, he had many obligations
as he grew up. The duties of a Royal were not all fun. Even so, there were no
problems with food or clothing. He knew the life he lived induced great envy in
many people. As a royal, he did appreciate this. But even though he understood that he was lucky, he
still would have liked to run away, for he felt that his life, at his tender
age, was harsh.
‘Well, well, look who we have here.’
Ernest had gone to the library to find
materials for the assignment that his tutor had given him. He had only pushed
the door to enter when he heard the familiar voice behind him.
He turned to see his elder sisters;
Tierra and Lucia.
‘Tierra, Lucia…’
The two young girls glared at him;
they looked at him as though they had found prey worth bullying.
‘Ernest, it looks like you have
nothing to do.’ Tierra said maliciously, ‘I am busy preparing for a tea party;
I need you to finish my assignments and tasks by the end of today,’ holding out her books to him.
‘How sly, elder sister. Well Ernest,
mine as well.’ Lucia added
His two elder sisters always pushed
their assignments on him. What did the tea ceremonies matter; isn’t it just to
ridicule others and listen to gossip?
‘Elder sisters, our tutor set the
assignments for your improvement. So…’ kindly do them yourselves.
But Tierra had grown jealous of
Ernest’s emerging excellence, replied, ‘What? You’re just a spare part. Are you
using that to refuse me?’ Her sharp tones pierced his eardrums.
‘No, I wasn’t trying to…’ Ernest
replied stepping away from her.
‘Sister, calm down.’ Lucia said over
both of them, ‘Ernest, calm down too.’
‘I’m sure you only asked Ernest in
error, right?’ Lucia asked. (Zuben: you asked him to do yours too.)
‘Lucia…?’
‘Because, sister, you are the next
ruler of our country. This sort of thing should be easy for you to accomplish.’
Lucia said with an air of confident exasperation. Although, Ernest thought she
was taking the opportunity to needle Tierra out of the frustration amassed from
following her around obediently.
‘You should have just agreed from the
start; you should be happy to use the brains acknowledged by mother and
father.’ Tierra said sarcastically. With a huff of resentment, she took back
her school books, she turned on her heel making her lovely dress swing out around her,
and walked off.
Lucia quickly followed after her.
They seemed to find it fun to use
their brother to relieve their everyday trivial squabbles.
Ernest sighed once they were out of
sight, and entered the library.
‘They’re the worst.’
Their parents were usually away at dinner, so
the four children had dinner by themselves. Rosemary was still a baby under
one. While they all quietly ate, the third Princess, Lydia, puffed out her
cheeks in displeasure,
‘I hate this vegetable.’ It was
asparagus marinated in a paprika and lemon marinade.
The marinade coated the taste of the
vegetables with the acidity of lemon; Ernest did not like it either. He also
wanted to avoid things he didn’t like. But the food had been prepared by the
chef in charge of Ernest’s health. He could not leave it uneaten.
Lydia’s grey eyes shone as she saw her
elder brother eating the food, ‘Brother, you seem to like this marinade.’
‘No Lydia, I also don’t-‘
‘I will give you my asparagus since
you like it so much.’ Lydia said putting her uneaten asparagus and marinade in
his plate without listening to him.
He had been eating the food trying not
to think about it.
Ernest tried to return the food, but
Tierra lifted her red lips in a sneer like a little devil,
‘Oh Ernest, you must be so happy to
have a kind sister like Lydia.’
‘Tierra…?’
‘Or something. You are recognised as a
candidate to the throne, how could you not accept the delicate kindness of your
younger sister?’
Tierra was well aware Ernest did not like the
marinade.
Lucia smiled in malicious glee.
The fourth princess, Pricilla, also
piped up, ‘That’s unfair, Lydia! Ernest, Pricilla will also give you all my
marinade and asparagus.’
She hopped out of her chair and
brought her plate round to Ernest. She was innocent of Tierra’s machinations;
she just wanted to get rid of the marinade.
‘My my, Pricilla is such a good girl.’
Lucia said.
‘Am I really? Am I really a good girl,
Lucy?’
‘Yes, very much so.’
‘Yay, I gave Ernest the marinade.’
‘Wonderful, Priscilla. Isn’t that
right, Ernest?’ Lucia laughed derisively as she tucked her red brown hair
behind her ear. She didn’t have silver hair like her brother which was a trait
of the Berghausen royals. (Zuben: Even so are people going to say: Look, there
goes Lucia, her hair is red; the queen shagged someone else?)
His two older sisters took great
pleasure in Ernest’s discomfiture. In truth, his younger sisters were
unconsciously similar to their older sisters; they took great pleasure in
torturing Ernest. (Zuben: They are being taught)
His elder sisters were vicious.
His younger sisters were cunning.
Living in such a miserable
environment; Ernest was unable to fight back.
People say a clever can also be a fool in love and Matthias is not any different to fall in love with that marry sue and to think so highly about his wife and in the same time this Ernest as always the problem to speak truth at least go and complain your parents about this bitchy sisters and say iris the truth about love portion .
ReplyDeleteThanks for the updates.
And another chapter of "Telling the truth is not an option". This time "I'd rather mentally and physically damage my beloved than try to win her affection in reasonable ways, because my siblings were shitty to me"
ReplyDeleteThis guy is among the least likeable love interests I've seen in this veritable sea of unlikeable love interests.
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR ALL YOUR HARD WORK !
ReplyDeleteThank you Zuben for sharing your work 😍 I don't know where to ask this but can you please translating "Only with Your Heart" by Izumino Jules. I really love that story but the previous translator gone missing (?) or maybe just didn't have time to continue it. Pretty please 🙏
ReplyDeleteAh yes. Gaslingting and abusing the people you love is the perfect way to resolve their insecurities and fears. That was sarcasm.
ReplyDeleteTruly mister King was right when he described himself as a terrible human being.
Hey don't they say you never know how much you love someone until they're gone?
I have the perfect Solution for you mister King! Just go die in a fire! Then Iris can remember all the good times you had and love your memory forever!
Hm? There are no good times? Oh you're silly! Remember that time you... Um...
Okay so my amazing plan might not work out perfectly, but you never know until you try.