ofmiidnight
When guests of the neighbored kingdom come to Kit in need— she is very quite used to the routine. It begins with small chit-chat, which she never truly understood. And then it becomes light drinks, then down to business. Often, promises would break. Ella doesn’t ever dare hold it against her sweet husband who wishes to try and have kindness, to be patient.
Ella was very used to it. When it begun to grow dark, all of the stars shined the brightest—— she grew tired. There was only so much she could busy herself before slumber. Eyes are on the white doors, nearly glued curious as to if her husband would come at all. An hour passes, and the Queen stands by her bedside, prepping herself for the nights slumber, with— or without her dear Kit.
The meeting lasts. And lasts, and lasts. It is only when Kit can feel his eyes starting to grow heavier that he thinks to check the time. It is late. Too late, and he can feel his heart starting to sink. He comes into himself, and the fury starts to fade into something that feels a little bit closer to guilt, and he thinks about Ella. His promise for dinner. The fact that it is clearly a promise that has been broken. Be kind. Another promise broken. So he stops, takes a breath, sighs it out. “Gentlemen, it is late. Please... let us rest, and we will resume talks in the morning.”
By the time Kit comes into the room he shares with his wife, she is in bed, and he frowns. A day wasted, talks and deals that didn’t matter, vows wasted, and nothing to show for it. Without dressing for bed, he sits on the edge of it, his hand slipping over Ella’s shoulder, rubbing in, his voice a low whisper. “Ella... Ella, my love... will you forgive me?” He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, to rouse her gently. “Forgive me, darling.”
