Olivia Monologue

The rays of sun were inescapable lights beams of fire that burned Sebastian’s eyes until they opened. He blinked the sleep away, turned over to look at his beautiful wife, and got up to make breakfast. The carpet was warm beneath his feet until he opened the creaking door and got to the cold, wooden floors. As he arrived in the kitchen, the butler looked up from his toast. ‘Good Morning, sir’ ‘Good morning, Arthur’ ‘Do you want me to make you a delicious Sunday morning breakfast?’ ‘No thanks, Arthur, I want to surprise her. ‘Sir, you’ve been married two weeks, I think this surprise is becoming less of a surprise every day’ ‘Ah yes but, Arthur, it’s the thought that counts. ‘Touche’

Sebastian
Tell me, do you know why Dutches Olivia is so grumpy this fine morning’
‘Sir, I’m not at liberty to discuss, you should talk to her yourself.’ She moved in front of Sebastian as he tried to walk past her. ‘But maybe wait an hour or so.’
‘Thank you.’

Sebastian wandered through the mile-long corridors and billions of unexplored rooms. As he pondered the reasons for Olivia’s mood, all the possibilities, negative and positive floated in his brain. They were becoming louder and louder, the thoughts were a tidal wave, constantly bashing against his skull. Until the sun came back and pushed the thoughts away. The sun, in this case, was his sister Viola. How he missed her. He was happy that she was happy with Orsino and that their love was pure.

Sebastian entered the Garden, the place of which he and Olivia had said their vows, and tied the knot. He smiled. That day was forever in his mind, and just thinking of it made him as happy as a child on Christmas. Suddenly the thoughts were back, could the reason for Olivia’s mood was because of their marriage? What had he done wrong? He had tried to be a good husband but what if-

‘Sebastian.’
Sebastian turned.
‘Olivia.’
‘I thought I’d find you
But I feel as though our spark has been put out. I have loved your breakfasts you make me but it’s not enough. I want you to know, I will always love you, but this is wasn’t want either of us want, deep down.’

Sebastian went to protest but Olivia waved it away and took out a folded piece of paper.

‘In here, are my divorce papers, my signature is already on there. And don’t worry about packing your stuff, Maria is doing it right now. All I require is your signature and then you may leave. I have spoken to Duke Orsino and your sister, Viola and they said they would be more than happy to host you for as long as you need. However, if you wish to leave Illyria, I will not hold it against you and I can have a boat prepared for you in a day, possibly two.’

Sebastian did not say a word, rather than pick up the pen Olivia was holding, opened the papers and signing the dotted line above his name. Still, without speaking, his looked up at her, Olivia had just a single tear in her eye, and Sebastian left the garden. He moved to his room, nodded to Maria, picked up his bags and left the castle through the front