"Mother," I said, gently making my way to sit beside her on my bed. "I know you had a long day today with the horseback riding training, Hendrix, and helping in the kitchen. You must be exhausted."
"You have no idea, Mother," I added.
She only smiled at that before saying, "I wanted to talk with you briefly before you go to bed."
"Okay, Mother," I replied.
"I take it your father has already told you about our decision for you to take over his position?" she asked.
"Yes, does Scott already know about your decision?" I inquired.
"Not yet," she said. "We wanted to announce it to the whole family at dinner today, but your father and I decided it would be best if we told you first before announcing it to the whole family."
"Okay. Are you and Father sure about this, though?" I asked, feeling a bit uncertain.
"Yes, we've never been more certain. And don't worry too much about Scott," she said reassuringly.
"I'll try," I said, feeling a bit relieved. Mother gave me the look that makes me want to tell her what's actually bothering me.
"Talk to me," she encouraged.
"It's just...hmmm... Scott is your biological son, and I'm adopted. People would be expecting him to be the one to take father's place after he retires.
"I understand that you worry Scott would be upset about this decision, but he's your brother, no matter what blood flows through your veins," Mother said, her eyes filled with warmth and reassurance.
"Your father and I made sure we brought you and your siblings up with equal love and care, so that none of you would ever feel left out or unloved. And who cares about what people say, it's family that matters most and people will always talk my dear"
As she spoke, she gently took my hands in hers, her touch giving me a sense of comfort and support. Her words easing my concerns, my vision blurs with unshed tears as I look at the woman who means the world to me, the woman I know would always be there for me and understand me, my mother whom I love with all my heart. Who cares why my biological parents left me, when I got lucky to have her as my mother.
I make no move to wipe the tears streaming down my face as I hug mother tightly. " I love you and I'm so proud of you and how far you've come" mother says whiles she hugs me tightly.
I made no move to wipe the tears streaming down my face as I hugged her tightly. "I love you, and I'm so proud of you and how far you've come," she said, her voice filled with warmth, as she hugged me back.
We sat on my bed for a while, just hugging, when there was a knock on the door. "I think Kyrah is here to help get you ready for bed," she said.
"Mmm... but I want to hug you a little longer," I replied, feeling her smile as she said, "Me too, but it's late, and your father is waiting."
"Ewww, mother, I could have existed without knowing that!" I exclaimed, making her huff a laugh. She kissed me on the head and said, "Good night, Fire Bird." She hadn't called me that in a while - a nickname given to me by her and father.
Kyrah enters after Mother leaves and heads straight to the bathing chamber to prepare a hot bath for me, giving me a moment to compose myself.
After a minute or two, Kyrah comes out of the bathing chamber to beckon me inside. She helps me undress before leaving the bathing chamber to set my clothes aside as I make my way to enter the bath tub filled with hot water.
I let out a contented moan as I fully immerse myself in the water, instantly feeling my muscles loosen up. Kyrah enter the bathing chamber again and I tell her I haven't forgotten the massage she promised me, and would be expecting it tomorrow. I'm too exhausted today that I might fall right asleep as soon as my body touches the bed, leaving no room for thoughts and doubts.
"As you wish my lady" kyrah only says with a bright smile in her face.
"So jack huh" I say noticing how they both sneaked looks """at each other in the kitchen.
"We're just friends" kyrah says as her cheeks turn red.
"For now, I saw how you two were look at each other"
Kyrah just blushes further as she continues washing my body gently.
After bathing, kyrah helps me into my night robe and ushers me to the chair behind my dressing table, I take a sit and she brushes my hair and braid's it back nicely so that it won't look like a bird's nest tomorrow morning, which would make it difficult to comb.
"Good night my lady"
"Good night kyrah, sleep tight and dream about him" I say teasingly. Kyrah blushes and bow before leaving my rooms.
I fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow… oh gods I'm exhausted. I wish I could sleep in tomorrow, but I still have to train and help in the kitchen. I hope Hendrix is not coming with Kenneth tomorrow.
My dreams are filled with nightmares of the otherworld, the supernaturals which are known to be mythical and not real. There are a lot of stories about these mythical creatures in the human world.
I've never had this type of dream, and I don't read about mythical creatures and do not believe they exist.
I wake up with a jolt and realize my pillow is soaked with my sweat. I try to remember the nightmare but it's blurs out and become difficult to remember.
Why this dream, when I thought I could finally have some sleep without having to overthink before I fall asleep, I get this nightmare.
I get out of my bed to open my window since it became hot inside and try to go back to sleep, but the nightmare keeps bothering me.
I keep tossing and turning in bed thinking about the nightmare before I finally fall asleep, this time I do not dream about the otherworld, luckily for me.