*Note to my faithful readers, I believe this may be my last chapter or note in the "King and the "lady"" Saga from the past several month. I hope you've fallen in love with the characters just as I've had so much excitement writing about them. It's really great to bring these characters to life after being inspired by events around me.
Who could have expected she'd have her grand opportunity to finally come face to face with the King and be able to open up to him; revealing her truest feelings towards him, especially the ones she's held for him. Though she didn't expect to have some of his royal men of the court to be at this unexpected meeting, she had to put her faith in the Lord to get her through it all. She had prayed for the day she'd really have the opportunity to be with him face to face, finally make him somewhat pay for the pain she'd been put through, and just let him have his just desserts. Never could anyone imagine what this meeting of unexpectedness would entail.
Only time could tell for this fluke of a chance. It's almost as if she too, had been wearing a mask, walking around the land, acting as if nothing was bothering her whenever he was around. However, deep down she had a busted heart that had been duct tape & glued back together because of all the pain and frustration he put her through. Sometimes she wanted to shout to the world, "The King is a fake and phony! He's pretty much bi-polar! He doesn't have a heart and he's a liar too! He doesn't know how to treat people and he has a problem with following through on his words! Why do you people love him and worship the ground he walks on." Yet, the reality of the situation was she did have her own opinion. An opinion her very own support system and elders thought she was insane to have.
A part of her wanted to know, how God gave her the ability to forgive a man, who she accidentally fell in love with, and still not forget how he impacted her life. She knew the King she first met nearly 9 months prior, she should have avoided him at all cost. From the first moment he walked into her store, she couldn't believe her eyes. The was the King of the Land, gracing her with his presence, acting as if he was a normal subject. Since that moment, she should have just avoided him. However, their paths crossed again on the very same night when she told a friend, "my goal for this year is to NOT fall for anyone, focus on school, and just serve God." Next thing you know, the King walks into to that very store she's coming out of. Who knew what this would start.
At the start of the time she saw him, she basically did everything in her power to avoid him and push him away, even turning him down on his offers on getting to know each other. Finally, she gave into him, thinking he was being very genuine and unlike the character he was portraying. The man he was to her, when no one was around or when he DECIDED he wanted to be her friend, was the man she enjoyed being around and was thankful for being a part of her life. She saw past his flaws. She knew he wasn't perfect but, to her, he was a man like no other. He was kind, compassionate, understanding, caring, and a cheerleader. He wasn't like any other men who had branched out to extend the olive branch of friendship. She knew with one look into his soft, stained glass, mysterious works of art sapphire eyes, she did see a man of God. A man, who God had sent into her life to help her in some way. A man whom she felt she could one day trust with her heart and soul too and could possibly have a life long friendship. Soon, that trust would be broken.
The trust wasn't hard to break. To be a friend to her, all she longed for was someone to just be there, to understand her, and try to return the gratitude, compassion, and kindness. All she needed was a friend who wouldn't shun her in public when others were around and would not be afraid to reach out to her, asking how she was, seeking the chance to get to know her, and to value the gift she could be in his life, like he was in her. She didn't want to change him. She just wanted him to always be himself but, she sometimes questioned God about how could he present her with a man who sometimes would be that supportive friend, who she told things to first and she shared personal and private moments with, often before her friends and family.
Boy she had never met a man who drove her up a wall, made her want to scream, shout, and go punch a wall but, at the same time, go sing out loud, write again. Alright let's admit, he became her muse and she started writing again. He pushed her in ways like no one else had. It's like finally she felt she had been blessed with a friend who understood her madness for athletic and academic drive. Somewhere in the midst of things, however, what started out as something different, unique, and unexpected turned out to go south. NOT to the deep South but, the DEEP south. Ever since she mentioned the possibilities of going to the land down under in May, he started treating her different but, WHY?
She couldn't take the rolling of the eyes from him. She couldn't take the illusion of support from him. She couldn't him acting as if she mattered to him but, then would turn around and let his actions define he didn't care about her as a friend should. Maybe she was all making this up in her head. Maybe she really was a mystery and complicated like he suggested to her once. Maybe he really wasn't the mystery like she suggested to him. Who could only know but God. In her heart though, she could see past it all and because of her faith in the Lord, she allowed the power and gift of Love to prevail and she did like any typical Southern girl, fell for a man completely out of her league.
God how she wanted it to know that night it was him, him who hurt her. She could careless if he had fallen for her or not. All that mattered to her is if he could just find it in himself to see what he did. Someone in this world had to call him out his actions speaking louder than words. Even though she didn't have a right to protect him, her heart couldn't resist but to protect him. The odds of him ever protecting her, highly doubtful. Yes, she had prayed he'd one day stand up for her, like a friend or supportive person would but, it was something she questioned now. She'd swallowed her pride for him so many times and even defended him to her elders. Mostly when the world was judging him, she was quick to point out he shouldn't be, no one has the right to be judging but God. This was all useless she thought.
Why on earth, on that really HOT December evening would the time present itself that she'd finally be open and honest with him, heaven only knows. She had no shame in letting him know he made her cry 3 times and what he drove her to almost do. She had no shame in saying that she wouldn't be the same because of this and had no regrets. Still, even when questioned about the perfect man list, she knew she threw it out and God had the perfect list for her. Additionally, she never expected to have this happen with others around. Well now that she looks back on it, the King and his loyal men where stronger and taller than her. They all could have taken her out but, all of them, expect one whom seem to be in his own little world, wanted to find the guy who broke her heart and make sure he knew about it.
She thought, "suppose they were all being friends and seemingly kind about it all, how can they go beat up on the King himself. I mean it'd be funny for the King to go punch himself but, almost impossible." For her, it was unusual someone would want to do this. Actually, a part of seemed at peace and satisfied with it all. Nothing could go back in time to heal a broken heart and fix what needed to be fixed. Nor, could anyone undergo much more humiliation that had already taken place. Regardless, by the end of the time spent with the King and someone of his loyal companions, she had no doubt in her mind she followed her faith and her heart about keeping the true identity of the "heartless man" a secret.
Her justice came when she saw all of them there just searching and fishing for answers and clues. Months ago, she wouldn't have had the guts to keep his identity hidden but now, her Christian love for him was much stronger than her pain of her heart. She just felt sorry for them if they ever did figure it out. I mean seriously how could someone really want to hurt themselves. The truth of the matter is, she was able to smile and be courageous. She was spot on by listening to her gut and not giving into their secret motives. So what if one of the King's men at the table knew the truth. He didn't give up the King nor would she. They were both smarter than that. The only thing she held on her conscious that night was even after it was all said and done, would the King still treat her the same and respect her as she respected him.
As he hugged her good night and she thanked him for his solidarity as he walked her to the door, she could see it in his tired eyes, he still wondered who this "man" was but, deep down she could see he had a clue. He understood where she was coming from but, knew they both were content with the unique and unexpected friendship they held. A part of her was laughing in her mind how he thought the man wasn't really a person but, at the same time she knew she had won and gotten peace. She was right to tell him that she didn't know if this man was ever coming back again and only God knew. For with one look in his eyes, she knew this was God's plan all along and the timing was perfect.
The next couple of days rolled around and things seemed to be back to normal. Hopefully he understood where she was coming from and could see her notions of it all. She just prayed that God would continue to touch his life and work in ways like no other. She still believed he was that man of God whom, she met 9 month prior and the man whom she shared very personal information with. Maybe, just maybe, one day should could let him in on the biggest clue to the puzzle. Yes, there was one piece of the puzzle that he needed to know why people looked out for her and didn't ever want to see her hurt. But for now, to the King, he knew all the information he was meant to know and truly would never know that the man who broke her heart, was the same man who appeared to rule the Land.
With many smiles and blessings, the Lady knew what class she belonged to and it most certainly wasn't in the Kings. As sad as this tale must be put on pause, she could finally smile again and understand she was somewhat better off without him. This was her chance to listen to God and she was his plan was. Mostly, not matter what, she knew the King did know, even if he really didn't know it, she did fall in love with the real him and would always care about him but, knew it wasn't right. There really wasn't such a thing has perfect or fairy tales. A person's eyes never lie nor their actions. Who knows, maybe one day this would all make sense.
