Chapter 26- How To Apologise
That evening I made my way to the library where my mother said that Nora would be situated and she was right.
There she was sat on the window seat, flipping through the pages of an old book with a concentrated look on her face, a single lamp lit up on the table beside her while the rest of the large room was cast in darkness.
I didn’t announce my presence until she realised. Walking into the room, I sat on one of the chairs beside the oak table and she finally noticed my presence.
“What are you doing here?” She quickly snapped the book shut and sat up.
“I wanted to see you,” I honestly replied, sitting up on the chair with crossed legs and one of my hands rested on the table, my fingers impatiently hitting against the wood.
“You did?” She whispered out, almost surprised and I nodded.
“Why?” She tilted her head to the side curiously.
“Because I’m sorry,”
“You’re... sorry,” I looked up from her hands to her eyes and I wasn’t surprised to the see the shock in those amber orbs. I mean, we fought a few days after we met because I got offended that she told me to say please and now here I was, apologising to her.
Now that I think about it, I had a spoilt personality.
I always knew that but I had thought that other aspects of my personality were able to make up for the parts where I was lacking, I guess I was wrong and I need to improve myself.
Once more, I had a realisation with myself that Eleanora is the only woman that was able to make me feel like this. Not once did I ever think that I would have to improve myself, not even when my mother constantly complained.
I got up from my chair and went to sit beside her on the window seat. I was a good head taller than her and a bit more but I liked it.
“I’m sorry. When I said those words, I wasn’t in the right state of mind-”
“That doesn’t change the fact that you hurt me,” I felt a jab in my chest but gulped back the pain and nodded my head.
“I know... but I didn’t mean any of it. I was jealous at the sight of you dancing and laughing with another man. I didn’t like it,”
“Me too,” She mumbled and I turned to look at her, confused.
“You’re a player. You’ve slept with a lot of women while I haven’t even kissed anyone, let alone afflict myself with any man. You flirt with women all the time and I don’t want to end up like any of them,”
“There’s a difference between flirting and being respectful,”
“Then I guess times really have changed,”
“That’s not my fault,”
“I never said it was,”
Damn it. Why did it feel like this conversation was leading us nowhere? It’s like I’m jumping a good few steps back instead of moving forward with her.
“Who’s Art-something?” I asked, wanting to change the subject and at the same time know the person that put a sword through her... but I was having trouble remembering his name.
She didn’t seem to mind, in fact, she seemed to find it funny when she coughed out a light laugh and I felt my lips tilt up into a smirk at her reaction.
There it was, the smile that I hadn’t seen in three whole days and missed much more than I would ever like to admit.
“His name’s Arturo. He was my father,” She sighed, a distant look in her eyes.
“Hmm. I guess the book was wrong... it said that your father died when you were a child,”
“No, the books right. My mother died in childbirth and my father died in battle. Arturo is the man that adopted me and took me to Andreas. He raised and trained me into the mage that I am now,”
“Then why would he kill you?”
“He didn’t stab the sword through me to kill me, he did that so I could live,”
“So... Arturo is the man that sealed you in the sword?” She nodded. “Why would he do that?” I mumbled out, confused by his actions.
“He did it on the night that Andreas began to fall. He didn’t want to see me die so he chose to give me eternal life... but it came with the price of my freedom. I hate him for doing that but I love him much more than I can hate him,”
“He said he would do anything to give me a lifetime of happiness, he said he didn’t want to see me go through pain... but how funny is it that he ended up doing the complete opposite of what he promised?” She laughed at herself.
“I’m sorry,” I tilted my head down, beating myself up over the fact that I was the one that stirred all these remorseful feelings inside her.
“I forgive you,” I shot my head up so fast, I’m surprised I didn’t feel anything break.
She chuckled at my reaction.
“I said I forgive you, we’re all capable of making mistakes. It just goes to show that you’re more human than I first thought,”
“You thought I wasn’t human?” I raised an amused brow and her face immediately heated with a light blush.
“Because you looked nothing like anyone I’ve met before. You’re tall and handsome with eyes that I thought were stars the first time I saw them and you’re always so relaxed no matter the situation. It seemed as if you never had any problems and if you did then you could fix it with the snap of a finger,” I chuckled at her words.
“Says the lady who’s able to create fire with a snap of her fingers,” She chuckled, looking down at her fidgeting hands and tucked a strand of hair behind her ears.
“Mother was right... A single ‘I’m sorry’ can fix a lot of things depending on the amount of sincerity given. I was planning on showering you with gifts or even getting on my knees to beg if you still wouldn’t forgive me after that,”
She blinked, surprised but then smiled at me.
“But you said ‘I’m sorry’ twice,” She showed two fingers and I blinked in realisation this time.
Right, I did apologise twice, didn’t I?