hungry and angry
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“Oh Jesus. I am sorry. Please get changed.” An unbelievingly tall hunk spoke in a fast tongue where I failed to understand either it was English or other native language, I wasn’t familiar yet with.
“I am already cleaned and changed. Please get to business as I don’t see you with flowers for a welcome greet.” I replied dangling my wet locks from one side to another.
I had a good sleep while Julia was having a hysterical panic attack on the other side of the door when not getting any response from me.
“I am sorry for giving the wrong impression but I am indeed here to welcome you to the palace. Let me introduce myself,” On that wording of note he squared his shoulders and matched our eye levels – for which he had bend a lot amount of feet – and his voice had a thicker accent now, “I am Jitesh Mang, the personal assistant of His Majesty, I excellence in managing and taking care of his schedule. I hereby salute our future Queen, with due respects please accept my greetings Your Highness!”
Saying so he gave me ninety degrees bow, similar to Julia’s, and folded his hands to his chest. This felt so weird again!
I am in a mere see through silk robes with water dripping hair, and an empty stomach craving for some hot beef bone soup and Tessa’s chocolate brownies–I am missing homeland food–and here he is pronouncing me the future Queen of a nation I didn’t know existed until a few weeks ago.
This doesn’t feel right. And especially unfair on the part of not having a suitable Queen from the public’s point of view, which is no zero percent wrong!
What is even Gabriel planning to achieve through this? He said I will give him power, so I hope his words are trustworthy enough.
“I don’t know how to appreciate your welcoming but if you’ve just now accepted me as your Queen, can you execute an emergency order of mine?”
“Yes. But just to be clear I am a mere schedule manager who isn’t aware of anything besides time table. So, I don’t know how helpful I can be of, but I shall try my best to do it.”
He is just a mere assistant? Is he? The way he didn’t bring importance to himself told me that he was living in the impression that he wasn’t important, but I knew that just anybody would not be allowed to come and meet me.
Gabriel will want to do things the right way and not get unnecessary drama involved by stupid press leaks or anything. He wants me to be a surprise bomb to everyone, and only a few like Miranda, Joey, Julia and Olivia, a bunch of his probable trust worthy assets know about my role here.
“It is an easy task and if not done my life could be threatened.”
The flick of change in emotions in his eyes made me want to take back my words. Words are just words until you see them dressed in emotions and decisions which become harmful hazards.
“Details of the attacker please?” A new voice filled in the space beside Jitesh’s. “Good afternoon, Mr Royal Secretary.”
Were all the handsome, good looking and eligible of status men going to come and greet me where as my husband to be is having a nowhere party blast. Don’t I deserve a facetime from him at least?
It’s not like I came here on a different day compared to the planned one, or did I?
“Mr Drew please present your greetings to our future Queen Miss Vhrea Destiny Ashtrick.” Jitesh told the other man who was dressed gorgeously in a navy-blue suit; a taser and a rifle tucked in his arm belt–displaying the power and status of his existence–and a neatly groomed milk face with a black and red striped round cap with the half rose and half eagle emblem in the centre line on it.
“Greetings to a beautiful lady yet to be claimed. I am the vest.”
So, he was the type who would make his way with words and flirting, and is going to be fun too!
“My best friend’s name is West too.” I offered a piece of TMI for the conversation to go on. “I think you got it wrong. It’s not the direction West, I meant a literal meaning of bulletproof vest, vest. By the way my real name is Sean Johns Drew and I am the second in hand of Water division.”
Wait, his voice seems familiar. Was he the one with the strong voice who came to rescue me in the corridor when I was brought here? Right now though, I felt like dying there, of embarrassment, and HUNGER! Somebody, please provide me some food for f**k’s sake!
“Stand up Mr John. And it’s nice to meet you, and you too. We can do this all day but someone please… ”
“We need to know who threatened you.” Jitesh cut me mid–sentence and I was slowly losing it now. Food, I bloody need some food! Or I am eating this bedsheet now.
“Just to be clear for avoiding future misunderstanding. We had no intel on the attack on His Majesty this Wednesday.” Sean said as a matter of clearing his name which I had no idea about.
What is a water division? Because he had guns and arms, cap and a seal; does he belong to a navy department? Geographically Nicoman State is an island in the Pacific Ocean, which means it has a large amount of water bodies as a defence body that implies its Navy is more powerful that Army.
“Mr Johns that is not important right now. Can you please describe your threat in detail?” He asked the second part to me but I could understand one thing; he was calculative, he stopped Sean from discussing the attack on Gabriel.
“You always play safe Jitesh.” Sean replied bitterly. “My threats are dangerous the top one being that I am famished and I could eat you both alive if I don’t get something to eat, right now!”
I didn’t want to raise my voice but it somehow happened by the end of my threat-complaint business elucidation. “Who on the name of Jesus didn’t ask you about food?” Sean exclaimed and clapped thrice – the voice ringing too loudly due to the echo – while Jitesh immediately gave a quick apology.
I suppose it was Sean’s clap that summoned three working ladies on the beck and call; “Can we get some food for this hungry, angry but still pretty lady here? What would you like Miss Vhrea Destiny Ashtrick?”
The way he said my name felt a bit sexily characterised but I assume that must be his way of just living and being charming. “I think some warm soup and a chocolate dessert should do.”
“Okay. The lady says soup and sweet. In ten at the Misato Hall.” He ordered the ladies, and they gave a low bow to all of us and resumed their journey to a part of this castle where Julia didn’t get the chance to take me for a visit. Thanks to my temper and jetlag.
“Now that is sorted. Where is my dear husband?” I asked to the mere assistant of would-be husband of mine.
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