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The guards helped the trashman get up and helped him to the imperial chamber. Also known as 'trashman's room. One of the imperial knights picked me up and followed the other guards that took the trashman to his room. The knights gently placed me on the lounge by a massive white marble fireplace.
"Your Majesty, your bath is ready. Please, guards, help his Majesty to the bath. Also, the others have brought plenty of pillows and warm milk for the princess as requested." Said the imperial maid.
The knights took the trashman into a door that was in the imperial room. Perhaps the bathroom? Finally, I'm alone.
Since everyone is with that bastard, I can relax and look around. After climbing off the enormous lounge sofa, I decided to look around the room; or should I say house.
The size of this man's room is the size of a house! The corner of his room had a large living room with a marble fireplace. In the middle of the room hung an enormous gold chandelier with diamond beads. The bed was large enough that it looked like they put two large king beds together, gold accent walls with a gorgeous moral on the ceiling—a white and gold piano and bar. I mean, I know he's an alcoholic; but to have a bar in your house-like room is a bit too much. Well, I cannot say I am that surprised since he is the emperor after all, and after looking at the Giodivonia map, he owns A LOT of lands.
Hmm, this pretty woman again, except it is a couples portrait with… him. I can only assume this was before she was pregnant. But they are both wearing white and emerald jewelry. It...kind of looks like it was their…
"That was me and your mother's wedding and my coronation. It is tradition to wear all white with only emerald jewels to represent the Giodivonia empire."
I quickly yelped and jumped out of fear. I quickly covered my mouth and looked up at the trashman. Why are you trying to kill a five-year-old? Is this how you will compensate me after saving your life?! You ungrateful piece of…
"Did I startle you? You seem to have focused all your attention on the painting that you did not hear me come in." The trashman smiled gently as he looked at me.
Why… is he only wearing a white robe? I can see his… oh my… has he always been this muscular? I mean, I can tell that he is a naturally tall and lean-built man by the way his clothes fit him. However, I had no idea he had this kind of body. I quickly covered my eyes without thinking. Jesus Christ, dude, put on some clothes! You are nearly naked, well, not really, but still! I am your daughter! You should not be dressed like this! Especially if you know you look good in it! Ew! What am I saying?! What is wrong with me?!
"Why are you covering your eyes for? Come. It is late, and you need your rest." He said as he picked me up and walked towards the bed.
Why is he talking in such a gentle tone? His choice of words are too thoughtful. Did that headache kill his last brain cell? Perhaps it fixed his shitty behavior. Will he act like a human being instead of the spawn of Satan now?
"Here, these are new pillows. Marina told the imperial maids that warm milk helps you sleep easier. Drink your milk, and rest comfortably. I will be here, so do not worry." He said as he sat me on the bed, handing me a glass of warm milk.
I am so confused. Why do I have to be here? All because you got a headache? So what? You seem fine now. Let me go.
"Uh… your Ma...I mean, daddy?" I said hesitantly.
"Yes?' he replied as he sat down by the lounge with a book in his hand.
"C..can I go back to my own room, please? I… I do not understand why I am here in your room." I questioned.
"Hm, yes. I can see why this is confusing. As you know, you have healing powers. Every Giodivonian royal has an ability, a sort of mana ability. You seem to have had your awakening quite early.
As you know, your mana is to heal. I need you, insight, so my headaches do not return." He informed me.
"I...I see. We have dinner time and tea time too. You see me every day. Is...is that not enough? It... it's just that… I… I miss my bed and…"
He closed his book and sighed softly.
"You talk too much. Go to sleep deeply." He requested as he stared at me. His eyes seemed to have changed color. A silver-gray like color, to be exact.
I suddenly felt my eyelids get heavy. I placed the cup on the nightstand, and before I knew it, I was in a deep sleep.
My dream was peaceful. In fact, I saw my mom: my real mom and real dad. I saw my friends too. We were all outside, what appears to be some kind of party. Am I back? Everyone is smiling and having fun—the smell of my mother's perfume. I can smell it so well. And… my friends are talking about the boys at our school. I feel so happy. Is this really a dream? If so, I never want to wake up.