Chapter 121 – Anyone but Her (1)
“I heard you were alone so thought it would be nice to have so tea together,” said count Glacia.
How did she know I was alone? Athyst thought. “But don’t you have a eting to attend to?” asked her.
“Well… that’s true,” said count Glacia, “but it’s regarding a topic irrelevant to so it’s alright even if I am not there for a while.”
“Ah, I see,” said Athyst. She instructed Roman to bring in so tea and snacks. Athyst still was an aristocrat and knew how to accommodate her guests.
“I’m sorry about before,” said count Glacia, “I wanted to apologize again.”
“It’s quite alright,” said Athyst.
“I know how it sounds,” said count Glacia, “but I just wanted to help you. There wasn’t any other aning behind it.”
“Help ?” asked Athyst.
“Yes,” said count Glacia, “It was the first tea party you were holding, was it not? So, I felt like I should check things to make sure everything was perfect. I used to be in charge when your seat was vacant, so it is an old habit. I went to the glass house and the decorations seed excessive, so I did what I did. Soti less is more.”
“Is that so?” asked Athyst, appearing nonchalant, sipping the tea Roman had poured for her.
“Yes,” continued count Glacia, “So I told the florist that it was too much, but it is her business as well, so she didn’t listen to . I offered to buy the baby’s breath so that the decoration would be saved, and the florist got paid, as well. If my actions upset you, I sincerely apologize.”
Athyst was tired. Perhaps count Glacia expected her to naively accept it and be grateful to her. But she knew that count Glacia wasn’t all that she seed. And making Alexcent appear at the tea party with a bouquet of baby’s breath had been the last straw. It seed like count Glacia had been mocking her, pushing her to the edge to see if she would break.
“Every person has their own standards and definition for beauty. Perhaps you did what you thought was right thing to do. But I would appreciate it you didn’t concern yourself with my affairs,” said Athyst, “You are a count and I am sure you have enough things to worry about, enough responsibilities to fulfill. I would not think about infringing on your responsibilities, so please do not do so in mine either. Besides, I don’t want to put unnecessary burden on you and your work.”
Athyst made it very clear. A distinct boundary. No more gas. Count Glacia sipped her tea and smiled. She really is not a naïve young girl like I thought she was. Perhaps I have to step things up.
Count Glacia smiled and took Athyst’s hand’s in her own. “Oh, don’t say such things,” she said, “After all we serve the sa Lord, don’t we?”
Athyst looked into count Glacia’s eyes unwaveringly. “I think you are mistaken,” said Athyst, “I don’t ‘serve’ anyone, count.”
“Oh my,” said count Glacia, “I just… forgive , it’s just that I heard you don’t have that kid of relationship. I heard you don’t even share the sa room.”
Athyst felt her embarrassnt and anger flare. “What is the aning behind all this?” she asked coldly, restraining herself.
“Nothing!” said count Glacia, “I was simply concerned.”
“What are you so concerned about, might I ask?” asked Athyst, “I failed to understand why other people are so concerned about soone else bedroom habits.”
“About the heir, of course,” said count Glacia, “As soone who serves him, it is only natural to be concerned.”
Count Glacia’s words made Athyst plunge into a mory she would rather have forgotten. Her mother-in-law used to call her.
“It’s ,” she would say when she picked up the call.
“Mother,” she had said, “Did you sleep well last night? The weather is pretty cold please take care of yourself.”
“Go and see a doctor,” her mother-in-law’s brisk response.
“Why?” she would ask, surprised. “Why so suddenly. I am fine, really.”
‘I had a dream yesterday and it feels like a premonition for a baby. I saw a large dragon flying in the sky and I got an unusual feeling…’ her mother-in-law would say.
‘Mother….” She knew about her dreams and premonitions without any basis in the truth. “It can’t be.”
Her mother-in-law always would call her now and then. She would spare no greetings or any warmth of any kind. It used to be the sa thing. A baby. Her premonitions and dreams.
“This ti it’s real. Don’t question and just go and see a doctor tomorrow. Do you understand? I’m hanging up now.”
She had always been pressured this way, for a baby. Made to feel like a failure. She had dreaded those calls and those questions and the insistence to visit the doctor. Count Glacia’s ntion of the heir did the sa thing for her. It reminded her of all the tis she had dreaded the calls and the questions.
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