Esther POV ( the privacy)
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After three months of training, my body had adapted to all the pain that was caused by my cruel trainer.
Today, he postponed our training. He said he would need something special, but he didn’t tell me what it was.
He told this to my father, but the King looked like he didn't want me to know about it. But that was okay. If that was personal for Tony, I respected his privacy. Besides, Even me, I didn't want anyone invade my privacy.
“What were you thinking right now, Esther?” When I heard my mom’s voice, I got back to life.
I shook my head. “Nothing. I was amazed at your talent,” I reasoned. That was true, I was amazed how she can handle this painting. I didn’t have such talent.
She put down the brush and looked at me.
“You want to try this? I could find a mentor.”
Tony inserted again in my mind. If my mentor would be like him, I didn’t want to have some. They would be the one who would kill me. They are all terror and cruel.
“You didn’t say a word, that means you didn’t want to?” my mother said when she noticed my silence.
“Uhh… not like that.” I scratched my head. How to tell her about my fear?
For a moment she was silent, she nodded and seemed she knew what was the reason.
“Was it about, Tony?”
I need to find a reason…
“Uhh… no?” Even my answer was not sure.
“So, what was the other reason?”
“Did you read what was on my mind?”
She laughs softly, and gets closer to me. “I don’t have such power, darling.”
“But how did you know what was on my mind?”
“Because of your reactions. You were transparent about your emotions.”
I was transparent of my emotions? Was that what Tony meant when he told me that I was weak because of my emotions? They knew what was on my mind because they saw my emotions? How?
“But how did you read me?”
She gave me a sweet smile. “I saw it in your eyes. If you want to be someone who doesn't respond with an emotion, you need to control it when needed.”
In my eyes? They read me using my eyes. That was impossible. For a moment I just kept quiet while my mom talked about the other thing I could do if I wanted. She would find me a mentor that would help me to master the thing I wanted.
But for now, I objected to her decision with purpose.
“I just thought of my studies.” I was hesitant to tell her about this.
“Studies?”
I let out a heavy breath before I answered it. “Yes. I was planning to enroll for this coming school year.”
She didn’t respond for a second.
“If that was okay for you?”
She looked away for a moment, and before she could tell me her decisions, she looked back at me. “If that is what you wanted.”
My heart jumped as I hugged her.
This was my dream for a long time. I always imagined myself studying at a good university, the reason I couldn’t control myself to be happy when my mom agreed to it.
“Thank you mom, this was a dream come true for me.” I let go of my hug, and looked into her eyes. Was she talking about the emotions in the eyes? I saw her happy for me without even saying a word.
“It was mean, would you move to the city? We have a business there.”
My father told me about the company we owned in the city. He told me that if I wanted to stay there, I could be there for at least a week.
“Dad told me about that.”
“If you wished me to be there, I would be there for you.”
I couldn’t erase my smile. I was lucky for have her as my mom.
“I will always need you.”
She gave me her smile, but this time, I felt the sadness. She looked at my face as if she could forget my look when I went in the city for at least a month.
“You looked sad,” I said.
She shook her head. “No. I am just happy with your decision. You are grown up, and you kept your decisions in place. I am proud of you.”
Those words melted my heart. My eyes wanted to cry, but this was not a good idea to do.
“You make me want to cry.” Because of what I said, we laugh together.
I was overwhelmed by everything that changed my life. All the dreams I've wanted since I was a child, they fulfilled. I would never waste those opportunities they gave to me.
“When would you want to enroll?”
I paused for a moment and thought.
“The day after tomorrow?”
My mother nodded gently. “Okay. I would prefer the things you would need.”
My smile didn’t fade. I was the luckiest person, that they were my parents. My life would be a chance for my decision to study. I wanted to learn new things that would make
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