It was two days to the hunt that Belle finally gave up pretending not to care about her husband and his whereabouts. She had had enough of sleepless nights and constant wondering if he was having enough fun while leaving her alone. He did not come at night; Kuhn had kept her company and saw to it that she would sleep without any nightmares.
Whenever she started to feel herself getting pulled into one, she was jolted awake by his wooden hand creeping to her shoulder and shaking her, and God help her, she almost had a heart attack one night when she woke up to his dark, hooded face.
Though she understood nothing the creature said, they had become closer than she could expect after the day it delivered her letter to Jamie.
However, she still wasn’t certain if Jamie had gotten it, as he hadn’t replied—not that she expected him to, but she would have been glad to know if he had departed from Nightbrook, and Kuhn could not speak words she understood to tell her if he had.
She had made herself believe that he had left, and she had wished him a safe journey from the walls of her chamber and locked his memories in a safe place. Now, she had to face her own feelings about a man who couldn’t love her back.
Belle sat on the wingback chair next to the burning fireplace, where an occasional cracking sound of the logs burning and sparking into amber emitted, a book on her lap, but she couldn’t even focus on the words or anything she wanted to learn in it about the history she had for so long tried to search for.
She hadn’t given up wanting to know about the prince who had once lived in this chamber, but due to training and things that had been happening, she had kept it aside and only come back to it—but then she couldn’t focus anymore.
Cordelia had decided to put an end to their training—thank riddance—as in two days they would all go to the royal castle for the hunting game that would happen the day after, which, even if she was nervous about it, she couldn’t even dwell about it.
Whenever she heard the steady, masculine footsteps and the floor creaking softly, she always held her breath, expecting it to be Rohan, but she always got hit by disappointment when it turned out to be Rav. She had even stopped expecting her husband at this point and tried to take her mind off him as much as she could, but that too was an impossible feat.
She had been astounded to see how much her body had changed in front of the mirror after going through a month of training. Her body had become so toned and in shape she had kept going back to the mirror to see it in her nightdress last night, admiring it and looking forward to showing it off to someone who probably did not care at this rate, since he had not bothered for a week to show himself to her.
This was what she had expected in their marriage at first—a husband who kept his wife and did not care about her. That was the normal thing between arranged marriages.
But that was then. If he had left her like this the first few weeks she was brought here, perhaps she wouldn’t have become so foolishly used to his presence and so hopelessly lost her heart to him—the wrong person who could not return the feelings. She was doomed, and she had known it, and still let it happen.
Now, having no training and no one to talk to or to unnerve her, she could no longer keep on pretending that whatever he did was absolutely none of her business.
She had the right to walk around the castle and know how many other women he kept in it. Belle stood up from her seat and put the book aside, then looked towards Kuhn, who was obediently and silently sitting on the bed, keeping her company the whole time.
"You wouldn’t mind walking me to where he has been spending his days in this part of the castle, would you?" she asked. She wasn’t familiar with the castle yet, and thanks to Kuhn, she had not wandered off into it to tour, as he had left a bad feeling on her after that day he scared her to near death in the corridor.
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