You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 556
Being honest in my perspective, I shared the view I had about Karina’s being. Actually taking a moment to consider how odd it was for her to be so nicely received, be it in the book or in reality. As I am able to recall, she did get some glares and a little mocking from the nobles, now she also did but fairly subtly. In the novel, she would usually undergo bullying by Theressa and given the situation I suppose the peaceful reception I have witnessed is because the villain of the original story is nowhere near the female lead at the moment.
’Could it simply be because of that...? It does make sense and yet it also does not since the noble’s nature is not usually this nice towards people of no name...’ — I thought, aware that I would not be able to know at this point.
"Nevertheless, I wonder what happened..." — Paige then said, after giving me the moment to ponder. — "My lady, you say his highness had crossed her path before she came back unwell to the hall today. Did His Highness say anything about it afterwards? It does not appear like a natural reaction to have from anyone..."
"Indeed, it looked suspicious... However, about his highness... I did not get the chance to talk to him afterwards."
"Oh... Nonetheless, his carriage and the princess’ returned at the same time as yours, my lady. Were you not able to meet when you arrived?"
"Well... I did see him... Yet he was quickly summoned by His Majesty. There was no time for me to ask him for an audience... there was no time to even say goodbye, honestly." — Recalling the meet of our eyes, a throb was painfully summoned to my heart. The waver of his hues as I saw concern; probably wishing for the same had me in a limbo. Yet now I could only sigh... wondering when it would be that this matter will be brought up once I see him...
"I see... that is a pity... Hopefully, you will find a moment to talk with him soon, my lady..."
"Yes... Thank you, Paige."
My friend understood there was not much energy within myself to continue the conversation. I was aware that there were things she kept from inquiring... which I appreciated as I was also not in the mood to answer.
Instead, she prepared a bath so I could clear my thoughts that had slightly gone back to feeling anxious after realising I would only be able to talk with kin-... heh, yes, with kinky once the day came anew.
I felt aloof for the most part of the night and the relaxation in the waters did trespass the tension so sleep could be won easier even when anxious to clarify the occurrences of the day.
’He won’t be coming here at night anymore so it cannot be helped...’ — I acknowledged and repeated in my already dizzy head so I could convince myself that the sole option was to gain some sleep so the time could arrive faster. Many things felt different to how they did this morning. Even the little amiss sensation I initially felt to use the nickname I had granted secretly to His Highness felt less inappropriate in my mouth. And so, it became obvious that my dad’s sayings were correct and that my perspective was only twisted by the continuous impatience I submitted myself to. — ’The changes were never as slow as I believed... They are now faster than ever... it makes sense, however.’
The hair in my hand as I prepared for bed was clear proof of it. Its length had never been discussed in my head while owning this body. My other soul had come to like it once in it... yet now, some impulsive thoughts had come to cross my mind even though they never did before.
’I would still look gorgeous if I cut it a little short...’ — I thought, laughing a bit at the security I came to develop while believing this as well as the insecurity of not going through with the idea. — ’Maybe one day... on a day I want to shock the eyes that see me every day. Maybe then I could cut it... and become "iconic", haha...’
It was an entertaining thought to have before going to sleep. Nonetheless, the curtain I would open to welcome him every night was glanced at before I blew the one candle next to my bedside. Reminding me that before thinking of surprising him with these little changes, I needed to first know from himself what truly happened... as well as to think properly how and who I needed to meet tomorrow to reveal who the enemy of Calla and the gods was... and if it was Karina as my instincts believed.
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The sweat once I woke up was appropriate for the nightmares I had fallen into that night. Uncomfortable and breathtaking... suffocating in its cold despair...
"Huff.... gulp... hf..... what a cr*ppy dream to have... hff..." — I murmured out of breath as I watched there was more darkness than sun coming from the crannies it found under the curtains. Feeling the air as insufficient while my heart raced terribly because of the sights of a bad dream. — "Goodness... Have I been too conscious about it without my knowledge...? To dream about Paul when I probably will be meeting him today..... how distressing a psyche to own, Marianne, haha..."
The sensation the nightmare had left was mostly of what I could remember of it. The tremble of my limb was pure proof of how dismay was almost the result of the experience...
I felt disgust and concern... while the fear made the bruises on my neck feel as if just made only by recalling the gold of his eyes.
— Marianne... —
’! No... don’t recall... this sickening sensation is enough...’
It felt revolting. So much that I listened to myself whisper this prayer so as not to recall the dream many times, but instead, in the end, memories surfaced... those I had been wanting to leave behind as they had led to who I came to be. Distubing and inconceivable as I now wondered how was I able to react like I thankfully did that day.
