Celeste began to explain the stomach pains, but knew it would do no good.
Resigned, she went to prepare his breakfast while he prepared for the day. She'd served his meal close to an hour ago and he had yet to show his face. With patience, she sat and waited because she knew that was what he liked.
Celeste fought against rolling her eyes.
Geoffrey took a bite of the food that had been sitting out and spit it back out. "What is this?" he thundered at her. "I asked you to make me breakfast and you serve me this? Are you trying to poison me?"
Celeste nervously clasped her hands together, "No! It must be because it sat out here while you were..."
"So it's my fault?" Geoffrey asked incredulously. Shaking his head with disbelief, he snapped, "If this is the kind of welcome I get, it's no wonder I must travel the world looking for hospitality!" Jumping up from his bench, he slammed out the front door.
After he was gone, Celeste sighed with relief.
Orb's Year 930
Celeste hung back, interested in what news Geoffrey would have from his home.
Geoffrey took the scroll and stepped away.
Geoffrey looked at her with annoyance. "If you were meant to know, then your name would have appeared on the scroll, as well. Wouldn't it have? Cease your prattle and leave me be to read my message!"
Apparently his Uncle had decided that it made more sense to unite with Celestia rather than take it and to that end had sent his youngest daughter to court for the little prince. So that's what his brat of a cousin was doing in Celestia! Attempting to woo the favor of the future king!
Blast the Royale family! He'd leave them all behind and take his place as rightful heir of his homeland!
Orb's Year 931
Celeste's fists tightened by her side, "I'm trying, Geoffrey. Perhaps you haven't noticed, but I am 9 months pregnant!"
Geoffrey glared at his wife and pointed his finger in her face. "You'd better hope it's a boy!"
"Yes, sir. I'm to come in once a day to clean for the Princess Celeste."
Geoffrey nodded, "Very good." My, but she was quite fetching, he thought. It was too bad business called him away. Otherwise, he might've stayed to see if he could woo her under his wife's nose.
Orb's Year 932
"Stop!" she cried groggily. "What are you doing?"
Geoffrey was not in the mood to listen to her complaints. "A man is king of his own damn castle! Your duty is to care for me above all others! I sent a messenger home to let you know that I was on my way. You should have been waiting for me with food and water!"
Celeste's eyes widened as she looked at her husband. Tentatively she reached out to touch the cut on his cheek. "What happened Geoffrey?" she asked, concerned.
Geoffrey shrugged from her touch. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with! Just get downstairs and make me breakfast," he said, pushing her from the room. "Why in the world do I bother with your incompetence! I never should have married you!"
With pleasure, she thought grumpily, wincing when the bedroom door slammed.
Celeste attempted to sugarcoat it, "I think he's just sleepy. He's just returned.."
Elyssa yawned and said, "He's always in a bad mood! I hate it when he's home!"
I do too, Celeste thought sadly. Pasting on a smile, Celeste got up and cleared the dishes from the table, "Come now, that's no way to talk about your father."
Blessed Orb, please let him sleep!
The weeks drifted by and Geoffrey remained in a sour mood. Celeste had pieced together from the his ranting that he'd lost his throne to his Uncle. And that his attempt to take the throne by force had failed epically. Apparently when met by his Uncle much larger force, his rag-tag army of mercenaries had bolted. The battle had left him with a scar on one cheek that he often moaned ruined his good looks.
By all accounts, the throne was lost to him.
Cocking her head, she listened to the quiet. She wondered why the stomping and slamming had ceased...
Perhaps a romp around with the maid would help ease his wounded pride!
"Oh thank you, Prince Geoffrey! That's most kind of you!" she gushed.
When Geoffrey made no move for the coins, she let them drop to the floor. "Perhaps it would be best to find another cleaning servant, mi'lord," she said as she back from the room.
He'd been certain he'd paid enough gold for his men to stay and fight. But at the first sniff of trouble, they'd all run off, with their gold firmly attached to their sides. He'd tried to find fighters to rally behind his cause, but most people loved his Uncle. They said his rule was more benevolent than his father's reign. Nobody would support his claim to the throne! That's why he'd resorted to mercenaries.
But he needed some other type of army... but who?
But, Tracy only smiled wanly and hurried from the house with a blush staining her cheeks.
Celeste watched her go and felt her heart drop to her stomach. She wasn't sure what had happened, but she was certain they would not be seeing Tracy again...
Celeste broke eye contact with Tracy and glanced down at her daughter. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't hear.... what did you say?"
Elyssa sighed heavily. "I said that two plus two is four, right?"
"Yes, dear. That's right." Celeste pushed her worries to the side and attempted to focus Elyssa.
Upstairs the stomping and slamming had begun again.
But, his cousin, Suzanne Hart called out to him, "Aren't you going to stay for the birthday cake?"
Everyone had stopped cheering to turn and look at him. It was unfathomable that a father should react so at his daughter's birthday.
"Cousin Geoffrey!" Suzanne gasped, "What an absolutely horrid thing to say!"
The party was over.
And perhaps her marriage...
"There's nothing wrong with me!" Geoffrey yelled. "You were supposed to give me sons and all you gave me was daughters! What kind of king would I be without heirs to the throne!"
Celeste snapped, "Well apparently you will not be any kind of king! Your people are happy with your Uncle. You must make peace with it!"
Geoffrey glared at her harshly, "My throne was stolen from me by my Uncle while I was here doing my Father's bidding! It's your fault I have lost me crown!"
For a moment, Celeste worried that Geoffrey might hit her or the wall and she took a step back.
Tears fell from Celeste's eyes as she watched him storm from the room.
Now she just needed to figure out what she could do about it...