"They have not transferred all my belongings yet," I murmured as I let out a sigh. "It would be nice to read while I wait for Sam."
"Happy thoughts, Lilou! Let's think of happy thoughts only!" I marched towards the divan, sitting down as I gazed at my foot. "My feet look nice now."
Yes, this should be a good thing to notice. It looked nice now that I looked at them. My toenails were clean of dirt, wiggling my toes, which made smile.
"They looked like feet of a… noble lady." I frowned as I sighed. Sothing about Lena's words ntioning looking regal made feel a little self-conscious.
"Nevermind!" I shook my head as I spread my fingers in front of , flipping them from front and back and I studied them. "My hands! They look nice and clean. Although, they're still a little rough, they're better."
Of course, there was still evidence of hard labor from the past. It didn't look that obvious now, but up close, the minor scars were still here.
"Even my complexion looks good now," I added, nodding with a little satisfaction. I'm still a woman, so looking pretty would still give even the slightest confidence in my appearance.
"Goodness." I slapped my cheek lightly, keeping my palm still as I blushed. "Tonight is our first night as husband and wife… wife."
I bit my lower lip as I suddenly felt silly with all my ridiculous thoughts. It was because I've been alone and it's my wedding night. Even though Sam and I had shared what husband and wife do before, I could not help but feel the manic excitent bubbling up in after being officially married.
"Wife." I smiled, shaking myself, as I didn't feel the need to hide my happiness. "Since we're only thinking of happy thoughts, let's see…"
I leaned back, pulling my legs up to fit the divan while I rested my side on the armrest.
"The wedding…" I trailed off as I pouted. "There's nothing happy to recall during the wedding ceremony as it was more like torture and then Sam and I had a minor argunt… if that's even an argunt."
I didn't bla Sam, though, as it was truly frustrating. Even though the thought of being his wife was the only thing that made happy during the entire ti, I hated I felt sothing painful in my heart.
"It's that Stefan's…" I trailed off in surprise, covering my lips as it felt natural to call his na so casually. It was because I was sired to him, right?
I clicked my tongue as I pouted, my eyes glaring daggers at the door. "It's all the king's fault."
If not for the king, who pulled all that trick, I would have enjoyed even the slightest mont of getting married to my man. "I hate him."
There's no way I wouldn't hate him. My feelings for that person may fall into the category of just feeling annoyed — no more or less than that — I still believed it was because I was sired to him. Otherwise, I'd hate him to the core, to the point I'd commit treason.
"This is annoying," I mumbled under my breath, getting depressed again after telling myself to only think about happy thoughts. "Did Sam kill Mister Fabian? Or did Mister Fabian bury my husband alive? If so, which garden should I retrieve my husband?"
I shrunk myself for my entire body to fit the divan. It was great that I had a fast tabolism that I didn't gain too much even after just eating.
"Yul is right. All I think and do is eat. How lazy," I mumbled as I laid on my back, staring at the high ceiling for a long ti.
Now that I thought about it, this room was where Sam spent most of his ti as a child. "Sam as a child…" my curiosity was suddenly piqued as I imagined Sam as a mischievous boy.
"He must be so cute." I giggled, cheering myself up while I wait for my husband. After a while, I raised my hand. The shadow of my hand from the sconce danced as I moved it.
My eyes fell at the scar on the back of my hand, making furrow my brows as I pulled my hand back for a closer look. The scar was near my knuckles; it wasn't long, nor was it noticeable.
"However, whenever I notice it, I can't help but stare at it," I murmured, tilting my head to the side. "It reminds of the ti I tripped in the way of an oncoming carriage of a nobility."
That day was the ti of the year nobles' journey up to the duke's mansion. I really thought I'd die that day as I foolishly watched the horses galloped towards .
The fear that crawled up to at that ti froze not just , but also ti itself. I couldn't move as I waited for myself to get crushed. If not for a good samaritan who pulled up in the nick of ti, I had faced my untily death.
"Fortunately, I didn't." I smiled as I clasped my hands and held my fist closer to my chest. If I died back then, I wouldn't et Sam. No, Sam would be so lonely without listening to during his slumber.
"That was seven years ago." I nodded, rembering it correctly before I smiled. "Ti sure is fleeting. Twenty-four years of nothing but a series misfortune, but at least, I have Sam now."
So, even if things go south in a blink of an eye, I had wonderful mories to keep. Those mories would be my reason to move forward.
To return to those peaceful days in the duke's mansion, with Sam and I playing cat and mouse, passing by Fabian who would keep a harmless smile as he gazed at the trail of dirt on the hallway, and then Rufus who would slam the dining table whenever we ran in circles around the table while he eats. Not to ntion, a peaceful stroll around the dukedom and we'd watch everyone from afar.
"Those are wonderful mories, Sam," I whispered as my eyes softened as they felt a little heavy. "Do you rember the — ah!"
I jolted up as I felt a scalding pain in my chest. "Lakresha?" I held my necklace, Lakresha, and my heart suddenly throbbed painfully.
"Sam." Before I knew it, I grabbed a night robe and draped it over my shoulder before I dashed out of my room. "Mildred!"
"Your Highness," Mildred, who was outside the room, bowed and followed behind .
"Where's my husband?" My voice thundered without faltering in my steps.
"They're on the training grounds, Your Highness."
"Take to him!" I snapped.
"But your highness, his highness said…"
I stopped and gazed back, my eyes glinting with murderous intent as I clenched my teeth. "Are you not my lady-in-waiting? Or Sam's? You should know better whose authority takes precedence."
Mildred flinched as she gulped before she bowed. "Please, forgive my insolence, your highness. I'll lead the way."
'Sam…' I whispered in worry as this awful anxiety shrouding my heart slowly devour it.
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