I'm not a smart person, neither I was wise. My instincts weren't keen as well. But ever since Sam ca into my life, I knew sothing changed deep within.
When we set off to the Capital, I get to learn new things every mont. From Grimsbanne, to Whistlebird, and now, here in Cunningham.
No matter how little they were, this knowledge had changed my perspective on certain things. What more? The major information passed on to . Until now, I couldn't confidently say they were gifts or a curse to know too much.
After my brief stroll with Lord Caron, Fabian ca to to tell to eat. Sam wasn't there; Fabian told he just had to do sothing important.
Even after our late supper, even Sam's shadow was not seen. I wonder if what's so important that until now that I finished bathing and ready for bed, he still hadn't co.
A sigh slipped past my lips as I gazed outside the window. The guest chambers they accommodated in were almost at the top of the castle. That's exaggeration, obviously.
But from this height, I looked up and smiled. I felt closer to the moon. This moon that only appeared at night never failed to comfort .
"The king…" I whispered and sighed. "I wonder what he is actually like?"
From what I had heard so far, my impression of him was not very pleasant. However, if I parse their words, he seed he's the least hypocrite among everyone.
I know. I might get hate and odd glares from thinking like this. However, back in Whistlebird, I realized people often decide for others.
Although the reason was acceptable, part of felt… sad.
Noah Remington had to hurt his friend just because he wanted Teddy alive. Even though humiliating Teddy and his wife was cruel, he did that to keep the two of them alive.
But did Lord Noah ask Teddy for consent? That betrayed and hatred look in Teddy's eyes told he knew nothing. I wondered if Lord Noah asked Teddy, would the latter agree to the forr's thods?
Sam did the sa, and it disappointed . When he erased a part of my mory that I'm still bothered deep down until now, my disappointnt was genuine.
Now, here in Cunningham, things just got more odd. A pure-blooded clan who devoted their lives to soone they didn't know. They now see as so kind of God, but I'm only human.
I wouldn't save their lives even if they pray for my na. I'm just not cut out for that. I knew my limits and my capabilities.
But what's more disappointing was that they were devoting their lives to soone for reasons unknown. The King abandoned them? But they're still living in silence?
I would believe them if Cunningham was just like Whistlebird. I don't believe there's a neutral side in this kingdom.
You either oppose the king or let him be. The Crawford didn't oppose the king, but their actions didn't seem they're letting him be as well.
They twist their words just to make them feel good. If that wasn't hypocrisy, I didn't know what was.
Well, who am I to judge? I'm also a hypocrite. That's why I said the king might be the least hypocrite among everyone.
The king seed to be the person who knew what he wanted. From what I heard so far, he seed very much alike Sam… and not at the sa ti.
He knew what he wanted and very clear about that. They didn't conceal their intentions regardless if they would look villain.
Perhaps it was because they're siblings? Why am I thinking of the King I haven't t yet?
Was it because I would et him in a few days? I'm… uncertain of the answer.
"I wonder what was Sam doing? I'm having so much strange thoughts without him around." I murmured and let out a sigh.
Just as my sigh escaped my lips, I jolted back upon the sudden swoosh of air from the window. My eyes went wide, blinking in shock as my shaking vision settled on the figure on the window.
Sa — Sam?
I gasped, staring at Sam kneeling on his one knee on the windowsill. His other palm on the jamb. His hair a bit disheveled as if he just ca out of a tornado.
Did he jump from below?
"Goodness. What a persistent bunch of people." Sam panted as he clicked his tongue. He then peeked outside the window before he imdiately hopped inside to hide.
Didn't he notice ? My eyes blinked countless of tis as I watched Sam peeked outside with his hands on the windowsill.
Was he being chased? Did he jump here not because he knew I was here, but because it was opened?
"Uh…" I couldn't articulate my words at the mont.
When Sam heaved of what it looked like a sigh of relief, he spoke as he slowly turned around.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I was being chased. I didn't an to…" Sam trailed off upon eting my gaze.
"Lilove?"
This… it appeared so romantic as a first eting in a fiction story. However, what if Sam snuck in another woman's bedchambers?
Obviously, I wouldn't be pleased. Am I over thinking things to make myself jealous? I'm having strange scene playing in my head I felt like crying.
Goodness… am I going crazy from all this excessive thinking? My brain was never ant for thinking, after all.
Now I missed the days I didn't need to think. I strangely missed the days I could only think of labor work.
"Oh my, Lilove." Sam smiled as he trudged towards with open arms. "I think we're really ant to be. Of all windows, I ended up landing in your room! Is this what they call fate?"
Before Sam could embrace , I raised my palm and placed it on his chest to stop him. With a raised brow, I said.
"You stink, my lord."
Oh… how did I feel like this had happened before?
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