Heraiah

CHAPTER 20

Why is he acting all cocky all of the sudden? And children? We never talked about children. That’s not what I signed up for. And most off all, what did I say last night? Did I engage in some type of s****l conversation? I would never. Well, at least not the sober me.

I groaned, feeling helpless. That’s it. No more drinking. I can’t handle another morning without any memory of the previous night. Especially, considering I make quite a lot of trouble in just one night. And no drinking would save me from any embarrassment of what I did when I was dazed and drunk.

I cracked my neck, hunching down on the counter. My back and neck feel like a big dump truck fell on me last night. I slept in a very weird position last night and woke up in the same position. Every part of my body felt stiff, even my memory. I ruffled my already messy hair.

I looked at myself. I reeked alcohol. Disgusting. I winced. I need to get out of this t shirt before I barf over my own smell. I took the bowl took away my hand from the already melted ice pack and put them both in the sink. Before going upstairs, I took the paper from the counter and head straight back to my room.

It was still a mess.

I feel to tired and lazy to clean this all up.

I slammed my shoulders back, groaning. This is a sign to never drink again.

“You want me to get the housekeeper to clean this up?” a familiar voice crept.

I glanced to my side seeing Ravier with a towel over his neck. Looks like he was about to take a shower.

I frowned, “And let them know we’re living together?”

It seemed like a great offer to take but too risky. I don’t trust anyone. I’d like to pass on the chance of cleaning all of this, but I can’t trust anyone to clean it up for me.

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned on the door way, “Well someone’s going to know soon enough, we’re going public in less than 2 weeks remember?”

That was fast, haven’t I only been here for like 3 days?

I spread my hands to present the hands, “Look at this room,” his eyes diverted from me to the room.

“If anyone sees this, they would expect that you and I…” I cringed even by just saying it, “you know,” I nudged him, “did it,” I finished the sentence.

He chuckles, “it’s fine, we’re to be married anyway,”

“That’s not what they know,” my lips twisted, “Gossip spreads fast, especially when it comes from housekeepers and maids,”

“I’ll get one from the palace,”

The palace maids are one of the most trustworthy employees of all in Adreene. The royal family hand picked their maids, gardeners, and anyone else that works 24/7 in the palace. But I still felt uneasy, “what will your parents say if you ask one from them?”

“They’d be fine with it,” he shrugged.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest as well. I raised my head higher to meet his eyes. He is awfully tall, “Have you even told your parents about me?”

“Yes,” with a playful smile, he answered.

My eyebrows met in confusion, “What?”

“Ever since you’ve lived here, I have told them,”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” my eyes widened in realization. I thought I was ready to do the traditional “meeting the parents” stage. But I am worried for myself. What if they don’t like me? How will I continue this mission?

“I didn’t think I had to, what about you?” he asked, forwardly. Leaning his head to the right to look down on me.

I scowled, “What about me?”

“I thought when you visited your parents it was because you were to tell them about us,” his eyes narrowed.

I sighed, thinking what to say, “That’s for another time, I don’t want to overwhelm them too much,” I excused myself. I really had no plan of telling my parents, but I wouldn’t say that.

He nodded understanding. I wanted to escape this conversation already. Why? Well, for one: I stink right now, and I don’t want to talk to him. My head hurts too.

“Fine, get someone to clean this up,” I said, going inside my room.

“Okay,” he mumbles then disappear as well.

I exhaled. All I want to do is lie in bed and never wake up again. What is with this hungover? I groaned, dealing with the pain. I got inside the bathroom and locked the door. I carefully removed the t shirt I was wearing and then my undergarments. I was debating if I’d get a shower or along bath in the bathtub.

Of course, I chose the bathtub. I filled it up with water. Add some products in it. And when it was almost full and had bubbles. I put my hair in a high messy bun and hopped right in. I was soon surrounded by water. I lowered my body, resting my back and leaning my neck and head on the side of the tub. The heat and warmth the hot water gave me was incomparable. I drown myself even more. Trying to get every inch of my body to feel the relaxing warmth.

I closed my eyes. I tried chasing away my worries. I guess I kind of did. All I could think about right now is how all of my worries fading to the unknown. I need to rest my mind.

I wonder why Ravier started thinking about kids. We’ve never talked about it before, and when we did, he seemed so… bright about the idea. Which I’ve never seen before. He’s always been so restricted but today, he acted a lot different. I wonder what’s on his mind.

Half an hour or so must’ve past, I got up and reached for a white towel. I covered myself with it and went out of my bathroom.

“Oh my God!” I gasped. Seeing a brown-haired girl in my room, picking up the objects that were left on the floor. My other hand clutching on my towel and the other on my chest, suppressing the almost heart attack I had.

She bows, “I’m sorry to startle you, Miss, I am Madeline the maid, his highness called for me,” she politely smiled. 

I inhaled, “Oh, please, you don’t have to bow,”

She nodded and smiled, she then continues cleaning. She’s the maids sent from the palace. I looked closely. She wore a normal outfit, she seemed quite serious about her job. Observing, she looks to be avoiding eye contact and speaking. Well, that’s how they were taught. Speak only when spoken to. It was weird hearing her call me Miss.

Haven’t been called miss since forever. I shrugged the weird feeling off and ran off to my closet. When I got in, I immediately closed and locked the door. I continued to venture out to find my clothes for today. I wore a soft fabric of blue navy high waisted shorts since I wanted to wear something comfortable, a beige turtle neck and a blazer over it with the same color as my shorts. I added light make up on my face and let my hair down to naturally dry it.

I smiled for the last time while looking at myself on the mirror. Whilst adjusting my hair, I noticed the ring on my finger. I smiled seeing it. I took of my coat since I won’t be going out till I get a word from Nori. I held tight on my coat then walked out of my closet.

I saw half of the room was already clean. The other half was almost clean as well. Wow, she works fast. i thought to myself. I looked around but she wasn’t in the room. I gulped, walking towards the door. Then Madeline showed up with a trash bag on her hands.

My eyes widened upon seeing her but she just nodded and passed by me. My lips pursed, looking back at her. I sighed. I diverted my eyes away and walk to the kitchen to get a proper meal since the soup wasn’t enough. When I got to the kitchen, Ravier was sitting across the island counter with a breakfast meal fit for two people.

My eyes lingered on the food on the table until my eyes landed on Ravier peacefully eating. He wore a rather casual clothing than I thought. He was wearing a grey hoodie matching it with black pants.

“Not going anywhere?” I asked, walking closer.

He looked up, amusement lit up his eyes. But he answered shortly, “Actually, I am,”

I raised my eyebrow while sitting down in front of him, “To where?”

“Visiting a friend,”

One side of my lip curved, “Alright,”

I looked down on my food. Looks delicious. Oh, I could just eat this all up.

“What about you?”

My eyes diverted away from the food to him, “I’m not sure yet, I’ll give Nori a call later,”

I gazed away then I silently ate with him. a sudden question came into my mind, “Why did you suddenly brought up kids?”

He cleared his throat, “Just wanted to know what your opinion about it,”

I let out a scoff, “Why does it matter anyway? You seemed to be still persistent on getting children,” I bite unto a pancake and chewed it.

He was quiet. I swallowed the food, “Are your parents pushing you on getting children?”

He chuckles, “Of course not, I was just considering on having kids, but if you’re not comfortable with it just keep it in mind for now,” he beams a smile.

Then he laughs, “It’s not like you need to be pregnant now, of course I don’t mind if you want to,” he teases.

“No,” I rolled my eyes and fake gagged.

He chuckles back and continues to say, “But it’s okay, just keep it in mind for now,”

He gave me one of his best smiles then went back into eating. That was really persuasive but not enough. It’s not like I hate children or anything. I just, I am not ready for it and he seems like he’s okay with it. I’m too scared of having children. Another responsibility I have to take care of. And what if I do get pregnant and have a child? Will I have to chose between my child or the legions?

If it does come down to that point. I wouldn’t know what to do. But for now, I’ll chose the legions.