Four days have passed since I was brought here, since I shouted at the mother of the king and went on to make enemies with those other concubines. And in all four days, I have laid awake dreading the coming of Leonis Rein. And when I managed to fall asleep, it wasn't a peaceful one. It was always filled with dreams of my world being destroyed, or of Leonis Rein tossing me back and forth between himself, his brother, and some other unrecognizable persons.
But… He never came. Every night I think he'd come, but every night, I am left alone. During the day, I'd try to look toward The Reign to see if I could get a glimpse of him, but that too never happened. Why did he bring me here if he doesn't plan to see me? If he doesn't ever see me, how will I be able to kill him? I can't kill a man I'm not seeing. And if he doesn't die, my miserable life in this place will continue.
Compulsively, I've sort of made myself comfortable in my new abode. Isn't this ridiculous? My current residence is bigger than the home that me and my entire family shared. Just the portion of this place fixed for my bedroom now is the size of my living room, dining room, kitchen and bathroom put together.
It's terribly comfortable, so wickedly comfortable that if I didn't have my hate to hold onto, I'd fall in love with the life of a concubine. There's television here too, and the times I'm not plotting on ways to see and kill Leonis Rein, I'm getting steady training from his mother. And whenever I happen to not be doing any of those, I waste my life watching useless programs.
His mother is a strict teacher, and I've learnt that everyone does call her High Mother. Even though she's told me to address her a little differently, as High Mother Lili. I don't know why she wants me to address her that way, I don't do it.
I still don't understand why any normal mother will go around training concubines for her sons. These people are not normal.
Over the past few days, I've noticed other concubines stealing glances, purposely passing by my open window to look at me. I guess rumors about the newest concubine have spread.
I'd probably be curious too if I were in their place.
The five concubines I had first encountered, thanks to my maids, I now know their names. Lady Ain, Lady Lapis, Lady Anat, Lady Dalia and last is Lady Isis, the red-hair. And like I had already analyzed, they were the top of the tops. Rumors had it that the king was mostly with either of the five of them. But Lady Isis was said to be the one whom he noticed the most.
I'd notice her too if I was a man. She's beautiful, and calmer than the rest of them. The four others had mocked me again yesterday afternoon. They said I was so plain that the king was yet to visit my chambers. Again, Lady Isis walked with them, but she had said nothing, she just stared at me quietly. I tried to read her gaze, but I just couldn't decipher anything.
She might hate me, but she does a pretty good job at not showing her emotions. But still, her calmness is what makes me worry.
Every night, I'm bathed with the rarest of scented oils, or so I'm made to believe. And then I'm dressed in the softest of silk. Sometimes I wonder why they even dress me up. The silk is so soft and light that it is almost see-through.
The amount of time they take to bath me is nothing compared to the time used in moisturizing my skin and brushing my hair. It's like they always try to make me into the world's most endeared toy. They take so much time like a master chef trying to come up with a remarkable recipe.
And like other nights, another night has come. I've been bathed, massaged, cleaned, brushed, oiled, perfumed and designed as a dish for the almighty king. The maids have left, and I'm alone again.
And like the other nights, he's not going to come tonight too. What will I do if he never comes? How will I kill him? He has to come. I can't take this madness of being bathed day and night, being treated like a porcelain glass. I can't stand all this perfume and scented oils! These people have no idea what too much means. It gets nauseating.
Why in the world did he bring me here if he doesn't plan to—to—to—
"To sleep with you." My heart jumps and so does my entire body. He's here. He has come. I've waited four hellish nights for this, and he's finally here.
And suddenly, I can't move. I've waited so long for this moment, it's finally here and I'm suddenly struck with fear again.
No Kiva, you can do this. You're strong, you're a fighter, you can kill this man. And with those words, I find courage and strength. I turn.
Oh lords! I'm supposed to want to kill this man, but I can't help but assess him. Where he's come from, I don't know, but he's seated there right now, staring at me, without a mask to shield his face.
His blue-black hair is full and beautiful in the night, his eyes do more than twinkle, they spark like when two naked cables touched. A small smirk gives his face the look of a Greek god.
He has one ankle crossed over the knee of his other leg, and his elbow is placed on the armrest, allowing his head to languidly rest upon his fist. Wearing a white ground-length robe that leaves his chest bare, and matching white loose pants... He's undeniably flawless.
I've read some billionaire comics, they are more realistic and this look right in front of me is that of a proud, brash and fearless multi-billionaire who's looking at the girl he recently got his hand on.
He's emitting this dark aura, very dark, but even his darkness seems to add allure to the night. There is a certain charm in the air, a kind of sensation that his presence creates.
I definitely hate him, and I will kill him, but I must admit, Damn! This is one hell of a man.
"You've waited for me." a sly smile crawls up his face and it's irritating how he can do that easily.
"Only because I want to kill you, you bastard!" I can't help it, I feel so irritated.
"You waited still." He shrugs. The audacity and languidity of his words touch some kind of anger chords in my body, and I'm certainly not thinking straight. Am blinded by anger and irritation so I dive for the fruit knife on the table next to me.
"I'll kill you!" I say with the knife in front of me.
"I wouldn't have believed those words could sound so symphonic until you said it." His smirk has suddenly grown into a grin. He's looking down on me! The bastard, he thinks I can't do it, he's mocking me!
"You think I can't do it? You think I won't do it! I'll do it!" I say with a solid voice, careful not to stutter. I need him to believe I'm not scared of him at all.
"You bastard, you destroyed my life! I will really kill—" A sudden tittering sound sends my words back into my throat. He's laughing. The bastard, oh so beautiful a bastard that he his, he's laughing!
"My dear, one who wishes to kill me knows better than to make any announcements about his or her intents." His words sound so cool and calm. So calm that I wish to slap him hard across the face and then stab him multiple times like I'm chucky from child's play.
"You're a heartless beast with no human feelings whatsoever! I'll kill you."
"Well, I am a demon after all." He shrugs. That's it! I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill Leonis Rein!
And with those words ringing in my head like a mantra, I plunge toward him screaming, with the dagger in my hand and then…
Everything has suddenly gone silent. Not even the crickets are ticking any longer. I can't hear a single thing as I'm standing with one trembling knee on the chair he's sitting on. And my eyes are deeply staring into his own. And my hand—ah, my bloody hands…
"Huh!" I let out a shocked gasp as my eyes tear away from his and I see the knife deep inside his chest. "I—I did it." I really just stabbed Leonis Rein.