A Drunk Kiss

"A...honeymoon?" Hector asked, trying to keep his surprise hidden.

She laughed. "Would you like a seat? You look faint."

He shook his head. "No, I just..."

She came closer to him, her gaze intense. Hector took a step back, coming in contact with the bedside royal drawer set. He unconsciously held on to the edges as she walked even closer, till he could feel the flutter of her lashes, and the fragrance of her breath.

"You just...?"

He shut his eyes tight, his words stuck in his throat. It was weird being in this position.

"You know..." Queen Elvira started to say, her hand slowly moving to hold his. His breath hitched as her fingers came in a soft, gentle contact with his.

"I really want to be patient with you." She caressed his hand a little, then let it go. "I really do not want to push you to the wall like this."

He clenched his teeth together. "Is it...because I hesitated, your highness?"

"I also hate it when you call me that." She laughed.

"I..I am sorry. But...if I agree to the honeymoon, will you..."

Queen Elvira interrupted him by clapping her hand, and she stepped away from him. "I am not sure if I am disappointed or happy right now."

Hector said nothing, as an announcement came for serving dinner.

His breath was still unstable, and he slowly opened his eyes as the door opened. Lana, leading a trail of other servants walked in with desserts and different gourds of wine.

Queen Elvira turned to them, for a moment letting Hector breathe. She watched with no expression as they set up a table in the middle of her chambers, then put the cushions on the floor for two. They slowly left, all the while Lana's gaze fixed on Hector, who had spaced out.

Queen Elvira didn't say anything till they were all gone and they had their privacy once more.

"Did you not notice het?" She asked him, then raised her brow.

He shook his head. "Whom?"

She watched him for a minute, then smiled. "No one."

He nodded, swallowing again, then slowly let go of the drawer.

"I decided we should celebrate in private."

Hector looked at the spread in front of them, then turned to her. "I am not...completely cleared of the accusations and...the rumors..."

"In the royal palace, if you are waiting for a situation free time in order to celebrate, then celebrations will always be out of order." She said, then walked to one of the cushions. She gracefully sat with her legs crossed under her, then turned to him, gesturing him to do the same.

He nodded and walked to the other side, and sat too.

"Let me pour you a cup." She said. He nodded and passed a cup to her.

"So you are not sure what is happening right now?" Adrian asked, the expression on his face showing him he did not believe it.

"Yes, my lord. It is really quiet."

Adrian nodded. "Ensure no one forgets that the servant is a murderer. Make sure, in fact, that the people get violent towards him. Just make sure the Queen is not mentioned."

Donald nodded and bowed. "As you wish, my lord."

Queen Elvira was leaning on her palm, her eyes fixed on Hector. She had stretched her alcohol limits by at least three times, and even though she felt a little tipsy, she was good with holding it down.

Hector rested on the table too, watching her. She was fascinating. The amount of grace she could still hold despite being drunk was fascinating.

He took another cup and downed the contents.

"Stop drinking, Hector." She said, and gave a large sigh. "I have to introduce you to the royal court tomorrow."

He laughed, and dropped the cup. "You want to..." He cleared his throat, then leaned forward, so his elbows on the table helped him stay up. "A servant to the royals? What a joke."

She raised a brow. "You think my choice of a husband is a joke?"

He nodded. "It is a total joke. Oh, wait." He laughed. "It is your highness. I apologize, your highness." He rubbed his palms together.

"I told you to stop calling me that. I hate it." She grabbed the water on the table and splashed her face with it, then shook her head.She fekt even more sober.

He suddenly hit the table, his exoression confused. "Why would you hate it? In the end....You are your highness. That is who you are. So why would you hate it? Because it is coming from a mere servant? Then you should have just let that servant be! Why are you doing this to me?"

She took in a deep breath. "Hector."

"Why me?"

"Because I love you. I am doing this to you because you are the one I love. Is that enough?"

He laid back, his hand supporting him. "I do not think it is fair. I should have...had a choice. He even...killed her in front of me. Just because you claim to love...how many more? Should I, myself die too?"

Queen Elvira bit down on her lips. "It does not matter who. As long as it is not you. It can even be me. But not you, Hector. Not you."

Their eyes met them, his half closed in drunkenness, hers wide with suppressed anger.

He suddenly laughed and shook his head. "I do not know. I do not." He slowly stood up from the cushion, barely holding himself up. She stood up too and walked to his side, feeling less drunk.

"I will help you." She said to him, and held on to his arm.

He shook his head. "No. I do not...want to depend on you."

She let him go, and he took three steps away from her, before he almost fell. She ran to him again, then held him up, so half of his body was resting on half on hers.

"I do not...want to get comfortable." Tears filled his eyes as he said it, and she rested her palm on his cheek.

"Why, Hector? Why can it not be me?"

"You are a Queen. I can not...I do not want to run around...doing that things I truly desire with a Queen."

She felt her own tears filling her eyes as she watched him. She slowly caressed his cheek, then let her hand naturally glide down to his neck.

"I am sorry. I am so sorry, Hector. I can not let go."

He watched her, then took a deep breath.

"I am sorry." She said again.

He looked up to her, his eyes slowly darting between her glistened, moistened ones.

"I have never...seen you cry."

She leaned her forehead on his, their noses slightly touching.

"I did say anything for you." She raised her eyes to his. "I meant it."

It could have been the alcohol. Or the long running danger. Or the proximity. It could have been anything, and that was what Queen Elvira wanted to believe.

She watched him lean further away from her, moving his head away from his resting place on her neck.

She could not quite hold it in anymore, and she pulled him closer, her thumb falling behind his ear, while the others lightly caressed his face.

She prayed he would forget. But even more, she prayed he would remember and not regret it.

She leaned forward, as she had promised, risking the dignity of a Queen, and lightly placed her lips on his.

His lips were soft, almost jelly like. Addiction fueled her further actions, and she pushed further, seeking entrance yet reveling in whatever taste she could get.

'Please, Hector. Please.' She thought, her eyes closing. 'Please.'

Without a warning, his hand suddenly wrapped around her, and he kissed her back. It was slow, intense, drunk, clumsy, but it was scored on Queen Elvira's heart, and that would take it to forever.