The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 543: You are really stubborn
Morning arrived on the mountain in the strangest way.
Not with sunlight.
Not with brightness.
Not with a gentle glow crawling over the world.
Because this mountain had none of that.
Instead, the entire sky shifted from a deep shimmering navy into a slightly lighter navy, just enough for Isabella to open an eye and groan.
Her body felt warm, comfortable, safe. She had expected nightmares, monsters clawing at the hut doors, Osiris snoring like a buffalo, or the strange village spirits choking her in her sleep.
But nothing happened.
She had slept like a pampered cat.
Peacefully.
No fear.
No dark hour attacks.
No Osiris stepping on her foot by accident.
No weird spirit children staring at her belly asking what species she was creating.
It was... incredible.
She blinked slowly, staring at the moss-covered ceiling. Glimora was curled at her stomach, tiny head rising and falling with each sleepy snore.
"Wow," she muttered. "Nothing killed us. Amazing."
She gently lifted Glimora and sat up. The hut was still and warm, glowing faintly with morning moss-light. Osiris was nowhere inside, which was great, because she wasn’t ready to deal with living chaos yet.
She stretched her arms and cracked her back like a grandmother in retirement.
"We survived the night," she whispered.
Her system hummed like a smug little fairy.
"Congratulations. You slept without embarrassing yourself."
"I will uninstall you," Isabella muttered.
She quickly tied her hair back, fixed her clothing, dusted off her skirt, and stepped out of the hut. The strange village creatures were already awake. Some were cooking, some weaving baskets with water-magic, some sharpening spiritual blades, some feeding half-fish toddlers who kept splashing water at their mothers.
Isabella raised a brow.
Interesting.
But she didn’t have the emotional capacity to process a mini civilization today.
She waved politely to a passing floating elder spirit, then walked toward the forest entrance where she had found the material trees yesterday.
"Goodbye," she said suddenly, waving half-heartedly at the village.
A few villagers waved back. Some bowed. One whispered to her friend, "The prince’s mate is very fierce. I like her."
Isabella groaned loudly.
"I am not his mate," she snapped without turning around.
They whispered again, confused.
She ignored them and marched off.
The forest welcomed her with a soft hum. Morning dew clung to the leaves, glowing faintly. Mist curled around the roots like sleeping serpents.
It took her a few minutes to find the clearing from yesterday. When she reached it, the material-trees swayed gently in a breeze she couldn’t feel. Dozens of vibrant textile-like leaves shimmered in the dim light.
She had gathered most of them yesterday.
Today she was finishing the job.
She inhaled.
"Alright. Let’s finish this and leave this weird place before Osiris ruins something."
She walked forward, pulling out her scissors.
And she got to work.
The sound of cutting cloth echoed softly through the clearing.
Snip.
Snip.
Snip.
Different tree-like structures held different fabrics. Some were silky and luminescent. Some were thick like winter fur. Some were soft like clouds. Others were woven with glittering threads of starlight.
She worked carefully, humming under her breath. The air was warm. The faint scent of morning fog mixed with something honey-like drifting from the plants.
Glimora scampered around her feet, collecting scraps and putting them in a little pile like a diligent assistant.
"Good girl," Isabella praised.
Glimora puffed up proudly.
She continued cutting.
At one point, she glanced around.
Still no Osiris.
"Good," she muttered. "Stay gone."
Snip.
"He is always so slow."
Snip.
"He is so foolish."
Snip.
"I bet he is lost. Again."
Snip. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"He probably woke up confused and started walking in circles like a baby deer."
She rolled her eyes dramatically.
"He probably tripped over his own foot on his way here. Useless bird-brain."
She reached for another silky material.
"And I bet he is still sleeping. Lazy tall idiot."
She cut another handful.
"Honestly he is slower than rot. I swear if he—"
Warm air touched the back of her neck.
A breath.
A deep, slow, warm exhale right at her hairline.
Isabella froze.
Her heart stopped.
Her soul prepared to exit her body.
Then a deep voice whispered right behind her ear.
"Boo."
Isabella screamed.
Not a soft scream.
Not a cute scream.
A full–mountain-echoing SHRIEK that made birds three miles away fly into the sky in confusion.
She spun around so fast she nearly slapped the wind itself.
Osiris stood there.
Tall.
Smug.
Smiling down at her like he was the king of stupidity.
His arms were crossed.
His shoulders relaxed.
His face wearing the most punchable grin known to mankind.
She stared up at him with murder in her eyes.
He smiled wider.
Isabella stared up at Osiris like she was deciding which part of his body to remove first. Her breath came out in little angry puffs. Her fingers tightened around her scissors. Her soul, somewhere deep inside, whispered a single word.
Kill.
Osiris tilted his head at her gently like she was a mildly aggressive squirrel. His stupid pretty face glowed faintly under the mountain’s ambient blue mist. He looked peaceful. Calm. Pleased with himself.
She exploded.
"What is wrong with you!" Isabella screamed so loudly the leaves shook above them. "Are you a demon? A creature? A mistake from the heavens? Why would you sneak up behind me like that! Why do you exist like this! Why do you breathe like this!"
Osiris blinked slowly.
"Your scream hurt my ear," he said.
"GOOD!" she snapped. "I hope it explodes! I hope your ears fall off!"
He lifted a brow. "Then I will not hear you complaining anymore. That is good."
She choked.
Not from sadness.
From rage.
From pure offended disbelief.
"You... you... absolute disgrace of a phoenix!" she yelled. "Who goes boo behind a pregnant woman on a dangerous mountain! Who does that? Who thinks that is funny?"
"I did," Osiris said casually. "It was very funny."
"It was NOT funny!"
"I laughed."
"That is because you have NO TASTE."
Osiris shrugged. "That might be true."
Her lungs malfunctioned again.
Glimora covered her face with her paws like a tiny creature praying for mercy.
Isabella stepped closer, her head barely reaching his chest, her eyes blazing up at him.
"One day," she hissed, voice deadly, "I am going to have your head on a plate."
Osiris nodded calmly. "Alright. I do not mind."
She blinked at him.
"What?" she snapped.
"If that is what you want," he said simply, "I will give it to you."
She sputtered. "You—you—stupid man! Why are you not afraid!"
Osiris looked at her with genuine confusion. "Why would I be afraid? You are small."
"I am SMALL?" she repeated, scandalized. "I will KILL YOU."
"Yes, alright."
Her hands curled into fists.
He wasn’t taking her seriously.
At all.
Not even a little.
He didn’t even flinch when she moved. He didn’t step back. Didn’t defend himself. He just watched her like she was a kitten threatening a lion.
The nerve.
The disrespect.
The absolute idiocy.
She turned away before she launched herself onto him like a furious mosquito.
"Let us pack our things and go," she said sharply. "We are not going to the lagoon right now. I have something I need to get."
Osiris groaned dramatically behind her.
"Really? Again? We just woke up. Can we not get a break?"
Isabella spun around with the force of a violent tornado.
"A break? A BREAK?" she repeated loudly. "Fine. You want a break? Then break yourself AWAY from me!"
Osiris stared at her for a moment.
Then he sighed.
A long, exhausted sigh like he regretted being born.
"You are really stubborn," he muttered.
"You are REALLY annoying," she fired back. "So we are even."
Glimora squeaked in agreement, nodding her whole fuzzy body.
Osiris dragged a hand down his face, already regretting breathing the same air as Isabella today.
But he didn’t fight her.
He didn’t argue again.
He just shook his head slowly, accepting his fate like a defeated husband following his angry wife.
