Chapter 35 35
DAVINA ELM.
I was busy in the bathroom of the Sovereign's chamber, cleaning up and humming the great tune I didn't know how to sing about. I didn't expect to see him in his chamber when I showed up, because I never heard any sound that told me someone was in the room.
Before him was a jar, and he seemed to be fast asleep there. Curiously, I reached closer and sniffed the jar, only to realise it was liquor. I checked, and it was empty, and my lips dropped in shock. How did he empty it just alone? He could be drunk, which was why he lay there helplessly and fast asleep.
I shook his body, but he didn't even move, so I first took away the jar so it wouldn't break. I was supposed to clean up the room once I was done with the bathroom, so how would I do that when he was seated on the floor, occupying a vast space which I couldn't stand to let aside and clean the rest?
As huge as he was, I wasn't even thinking of trying to take him to bed, because I would hurt my waist and arm if I did. So I thought about waking him up and having him get to bed. At least, I would take care of that place later on.
I tapped him continuously until he managed to open his eyes, but upon locking eyes with mine, he dragged me closer with all his strength, and I found myself lying on his chest, his arm around my waist, and his eyes fixated on mine.
My lips moved, but words couldn't be let out with how stunned I was.
He wasn't in his right senses, or he wouldn't do this, so I fought to free myself, but he held tighter until I felt his lips pressed against mine.
My blood froze. He did this again.
This time, he didn't kiss me just once, but deeper as though he was relishing what he was doing. His tongue made way into my mouth as he suckled my lips slowly, while I stiffened and couldn't even move my body.
A scorching heat enveloped me. I didn't know what to do until he let go of me and lay his head on the cushion he rested his back on, then fell asleep again.
Quickly, I stood up from his body since his arms had slowly fallen off my waist. I wiped my lips and looked at my palm, but didn't see any difference, then I reached closer to stare at his face. How would he feel when he woke up and I told him what he had just done to me? Would he feel remorse and apologise, or would he do more than that?
I recalled that I had vowed to kiss him back if he did it again, but the shock I felt minutes ago didn't let me think straight. I walked towards the mirror, far away from where he sat and looked back at my reflection. I stared closely at my lips and shook my head.
But I loved it. I felt so hot when he was doing it and didn't want him to stop, regardless of how much I didn't expect it.
What if I kissed him back? Would he punish me for doing the same thing to him?
I glanced back at him and smiled, then walked closer and squatted at his side. I stared at his sleepy, handsome face for some time before I leaned my head closer towards his lips to kiss him, even if it was just once.
At that instant, my heartbeat increased. I tightened my palm on the chest of my dress and squeezed it. I felt as though my chest would burst if I continued, and I hated how it raced like I was about to commit an offence.
I hadn't done it before, and he was even the first person to do that to me. Wouldn't it be so unpleasant of me to kiss someone who was asleep? I also wondered what went through his mind when he did that to me. Could it be he thought I was his betrothed?
Oh yes! I finally got an answer. He was tipsy and could have mistook me for that dragon witch female.
But then, he wasn't tipsy the first time, and I even despised recalling that betrothed of his. How could he even kiss me with the same lips he used in kissing that lady?
I glared at him, biting my lower lip, until I reminded myself that my anger was in vain, and he didn't even care about me. I was his slave, and that was just it. He could ascend to heaven tomorrow without me, or would order my execution because I was a fae, so I shouldn't be drowning in the thought of him.
Having told myself that, I stood up from where I squatted beside him and decided to arrange the room before he woke up. I found an inner room which happened to be dark, so I lit the handlamp, which I would use to check what the inner room was about and if I would also need to clean it up.
I didn't realise how slippery the place was and walked in majestically, only to find myself flying into the air until I landed with my butt on the floor. A loud, painful groan escaped my lips, and the handlamp rolled on the floor to the other side. I didn't seem to care about the lamp and was just trying to get to my feet despite how painful my butt was.
Each of my body movements made me wince, but as I got to my knees, I came into sight with fire spreading so fast on the floor. I realised that the handlamp had lit a fire on something, and so I rushed out of the place even while my feet almost took me to the floor again.
As I entered the room, I screamed as much as I could, "There's fire in there!!”
Just that once, he opened his eyes, his face dull, and he slowly got to his feet. He walked past me into the room, and I followed. I watched as he stopped the fire from spreading with just the storm he poured out through his mouth.
I released a heavy breath and rested my back on the wall. What could I have done if he weren't here? Before I would get a bucket full of water and return there, the fire would have spread wider, or I would slip again, and the water would be a waste.
As he walked out and turned to me, I expected him to shriek at me for what I had done, because I was sure something must have been destroyed by the fire. But he did not speak, rather took my hand. He dragged me with him to his bed and raised me from the floor, then laid me on the bed.
Was he going to whip me there? I didn't stop pondering what he was up to until he lay down beside me and pulled me closer until our bodies touched each other.
My eyes grew large. What was he doing? What if his betrothed, right hand man or any family member showed up? They would think I took advantage of him since he was drunk. I hadn't even concluded my thought before he fell asleep again, and I was left to watch him sleep like a child.
I placed my palm on his cheek, rubbing my thumb continuously and smiling sheepishly while he slept away.
What could be running in his mind that he brought me here? Could it be so I don't set his chamber on fire while he is resting? He would surely scold me when he was awake.
I didn't bother leaving the bed and just watched him, because I needed to see how he would act when he woke up to find me laying on the bed with him.
For a long time, I watched him….and when I raised my face towards the outside part of the chamber, my eyes landed on a female standing in the middle of the room, her eyes burning in rage as he glared at me like I was her rival.
How did she come in here and how long had been watching us? She could be thinking otherwise, so how do I prove that I didn't get onto the bed myself?