My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 116

I guess you never know that you might miss someone until you are far away from that person. Martha and I had grown to be friends. It had happened unknowingly, and, at that moment, I wanted to hug her. Even though I couldn't, just hearing her voice was comforting and heartwarming. I kept smiling at the phone, feeling less alone in this new place where I was supposed to live from now on.

"Do you know how unbearable this day was?" She whined, obviously putting all the blame for her terrible day on me.

I chuckled, "I know you'll tell me whether I want it or not."

"You're damn right I will!" She let out an adorable roar, which made me grin even wider. "The corridor was so loud from the gossip about your leaving that it woke me up. Every servant was buzzing around that you had broken the blood bond to leave with the Alpha from the Moon Hill Pack. Do you have any idea how devastated I was hearing something like that?"

"It wasn't like I'd planned this to happen, Martha… I was just so heartbroken that I felt that I would suffocate if I stayed." My throat clenched as I recalled my feelings from the previous night.

"Lilith…" she sighed, "I heard how that bitchy queen and King Sariel behaved at the party, but I believe it was just an act planned by our King. I know he cares about you-"

"Martha, stop," I hissed. "Don't you think I know that he could have been playing her? He even told me that he would… But it is different when you hear about it and when you see it happen in front of your eyes. He didn't even spare a single glance at me that night, yet the captivating gaze he had for Elora made me doubt which one of us had been lied to…"

"The King loves you-"

"How do you know that, Martha? Even I couldn't tell the difference in the way he looked at Elora, and when he confessed his feelings in front of me…" My throat clenched again, and this time, the squeeze came all the way down to my stomach. I had to force the air into my lungs before saying another word. "Maybe I should suck it up and pretend that it was nothing, but seeing them together like that fucking hurt. Maybe Sariel expected me to be stronger than that, but I'm not. I am vulnerable, and I needed him to maintain my sense of security. He didn't, and instead of doing it, he crushed my self-confidence to the ground... You might think that I'm petty or shallow, but is it wrong to expect that the man you love would be exclusively yours?"

"Fine… As a man, he fucked up big time, but as a King… Maybe he just did what he had to? I know it sounds like a lame excuse for kissing that bitch in front of your eyes and humiliating you, but I still believe that you two belong together." I heard the smile in her voice, which was meant to bring me comfort.

I sighed painfully, "It's too late for that. I broke the blood bond and erased Sariel's feelings for me."

It hurt when I realized that all of Sariel's love for me might have been a sick blood bond's side-effect. While I was certain of my feelings' sincerity, I was unaware of what it might have been like for Sariel. He had never spoken about his feelings, except for the two moments he wanted to stop me from leaving. His confession happened right after he married Elora, and the second time I heard his I-love-you was when I was holding a suitcase in my hand. At that moment, I started to wonder if he meant what he said from the very beginning. It started to feel like a word he used as a last resort to keep his favorite blood bag by his side…

"I still think that King Sariel has real feelings for you…" Martha pondered aloud, bringing me out of my depressing bewilderment. "When I heard that you were gone, I ran to your room to check if it really was the truth. I barged inside and saw the King sitting on your bed. He held one hand on your sheets as if he wanted to consume what was left of your warmth. I gasped at seeing him and immediately apologized for my intrusion. I expected him to yell and punish me, but he just glanced at me with nothing but emptiness in his eyes and handed me a letter from you that he held in his hand, assuring me that he hadn't read it."

That didn't sound like Sariel at all. My heart instantly ached at Martha's description, although I could hardly imagine Sariel's being emotionally devastated. It was confusing. I didn't regret leaving the palace, but I wasn't sure I could get rid of all traces of Sariel from my heart. Still, Martha's statement about the sincerity of Sariel's feelings just because she saw him sitting on my bed seemed a little too farfetched.