This fragrance brings calm to my soul... smells sweet but not too strong...
I felt head on a plush thigh... it was soft, the fabric of the dress could have contributed to it but the thighs were very comfortable for my head...
Slowly, my eyes opened, and a little bit of confusion clouded my mind as I immediately struggled to remember where it all went down.
"Oh-oh, looks like he's awake."
The soft and angelic voice pierced my head and brought me back to reality Adele's voice couldn't be compared to this one. I mean Adele's voice back on earth was really cool whenever she hit those octaves, ninetaves or whatever-taves but there was something unique about this one... soft, ethereal and rhythmic.
She gently removed and placed her hands on my forehead, her hand was cold but the touch gave made my skin warm, this had to be magic but that was not even the real magic. I slowly sat up. Standing opposite me was a dark-haired lady in the normal noble gown outfit, her choice of colour made me guess she was emo.
Black, why would a noble lady wear a black gown. I looked to my left, behold the beauty she carried I have never seen, this lady was so beautiful, oh how can I describe it for you to get. She was very very beautiful, she had sea-blue eyes, blonde hair and her skin were bright and glittering, the ornaments on her body coupled with the elegant cream-coloured dress she wore made her shine.
"I am Mirelinda Maxnor and this is your sister, Avery Deux Lignilartia Maxnor."
I gazed at both of them, turning in my head left and right over and over again. I can't believe this, these angelic pre-- wait a minute... this angelic presence is supposed to be my--
"He looks so fragile, would he even be able to last a second on the battlefield? It doesn't matter if he has made a pact with Siegfried, if he can't train his body, he'll only bring disgrace to us."
'Looks like someone has an issue with me..'
It wasn't hard to tell, it's only when you have an issue with someone that you'll spill criticism at first glance. But I was not concerned, she looked older than me in body but I was older than her in the soul.
"Stop that Avery, Gil is a part of our family, he's my son, your brother. And your father likes him, even you didn't ripen your core at the age of thirteen."
She swung her face away with embarrassment and walked out.
This fine young lady, who just proclaimed herself my mother...
'What is this sense of sadness that's overwhelming me? Get your act together! Gilland is not a twenty-seven-year-old, he's thirteen!'
She patted my head, "Don't mind what you just heard, she's a little angry because she was unable to form a pact with Siegfried but you two will get along, she was the happiest when we heard about you."
I smiled at her, "Thank you, mother..."
Her eyes widened and her cheeks reddened, "Oh my, how can a creature be so cute?!" She yelled and completely lost her composure, swinging me into her bosom and hugging me snuggling my cheeks with her's... While this thirteen-year-old might have found a mother, things will be hard for this twenty-seven-year-old who will have to try his best to see her as a mother and not a woman.
I was collected from her, her obsession with my cuteness was way beyond normal but according to the maid who said according to the doctor, I needed rest. It was until then I got reminded about what went down, I scoffed a little upon realizing that these guys went ahead and called a doctor because I fainted from exhaustion and now they are treating me like a gem that must not fall because of it... how she persistently dragged me away from the duchess was funny and exciting for me. On earth, I would pass out from exhaustion in my room for days and wake up back in my room, no one checked in on me, didn't find myself in the hospital, no one cared... I didn't have loved ones. But these feelings warmed my heart in a way I had never felt... hence I just smiled with gratefulness in my heart, for this new life and this new family. Seeing me smile as I carried away she smiled at me, her pretty face and her catching me put me in some sort of awkwardness that I buried my face in embarrassment into the head maid's shoulder as she carried me to my room.
***
"What do you think?" The Duke looked at his wife with anxiety...
"Are you that eager to hear what I will say?" She said, chuckling at his loss of composure.
"Avery, however, seems to have a problem with him but me? I love him, he has Gilland's hair and is a lovable child, he's so cute and seems to like me too. I feel so bad that I have to part with him soon."
"I'm glad you like him, don't worry about Avery, I'll talk to her. The only thing that bothers me is his loyalty, I have pointed it out to him but the capital is a gruesome place to survive in."
"Let me guess how you pointed it out," She said and stood up, "You are my slave and will obey me alone, betraying me is death..." She said, mimicking her husband's thick voice.
He looked down in embarrassment, I truly wish I was there to witness that.
"Not exactly like that..." He said, still embarrassed.
"Clifton, we are a family, you adopted a son, not a slave. He is your son, we will give him the liberty to do what he thinks is right but what we will point out is not that we need his loyalty but we need him. We need him to complete our family." She said as she sat beside him and patted his shoulder, "We don't have too much time to build a bond, so we can just talk, even though he's thirteen he has gone through his own share of life and will understand. Don't worry, leave this to me, I'll handle it." She said.
The Duke took her hand, kissed it and did the same to her mouth. He hugged her tightly afterwards.
"Your presence brings everything in order. I love you."
She smiled and patted his back, "I love you too." she responded sweetly.