Chapter 52
Amelia sat in the dining room, playing with food, waiting for King Cyrus to arrive.
“Princess, why don’t you start eating? King Cyrus might come a little late,” Miss Quinn said.
Amelia didn’t look up or address the head of the maids. She was busy with her thoughts.
Everything going around her, everything going with her, it confused her.
She thought she would’ve her life sorted because she loved it once, and only minuscule changes won’t make a drastic difference and will only bring her happiness.
But her life became more unpredictable.
She didn’t know when it started, but something was different with her. Was it from that dream where that hooded figure touched her hand and gave her this weird mark? Or did it happen even before that?
Miss Quinn looked at the chef, who had the same concerned expression.
They were well aware of her injury and wondered if she was thinking about the same incident.
And why not? It was her first week in the royal palace, and she was attacked twice, despite being with the triplet alphas or in the University.
A girl whose life has been spent experimenting on in a laboratory, these events were surely too much to take.
“Princess,” Miss Quinn called again to catch her attention, and Amelia looked at her this time.
She smiled sheepishly. It was forced. Anyone could see that.
Amelia looked at the food before her.
She didn’t want to disrespect the chef and the food. Eating such exquisite food was a dream of many, and she didn’t want to appear ungrateful for this experience, but she didn’t feel like eating.
“I don’t feel like eating tonight. Please forgive me,” Amelia stood before, bowing to the Chef and Miss Quinn.
The chef, waiting for her praises and seeing if she liked his cooking, pressed his lips into a thin line. He wasn’t happy, but he could see that she couldn’t bring herself to eat it.
Besides, she bowed politely, something no one would do.
He sighed and walked into the kitchen dejectedly.
Amelia saw him leaving and felt slightly guilty, but she didn’t want to eat alone, and Miss Quinn or the chef couldn’t accompany her.
The loneliness in her heart was rising, and she felt a weird need to cry.
She wanted to cry because things were still out of her hands. Amelia thought she would have control over everything in this life, and her failure to do so made her unhappy.
As Amelia exited the dining room, someone held her hand to stop her.
Amelia turned around to see who it was, ready to tell them that she didn’t want to eat the dinner for real. However, as soon as her gaze met King Cyrus, her heart skipped a beat, and she gulped.
“Where are you going?” The man asked, his hand still holding her wrist.
Amelia’s eyes sparkled a little. Though he touched her to stop her, he was becoming more comfortable with her now more than ever, bringing happiness to her heart.
“I don’t feel like eating,” she confessed.
Cyrus nodded at her words.
“Accompany me. You are my wife. You should do that, right?” Cyrus’s words were slightly sarcastic, but Amelia didn’t mind them.
She nodded and followed King Cyrus to the dining room.
Miss Quinn, who was about to clean the table and bring the dishes back to the kitchen, raised her brows when she saw King Cyrus bringing their Princess back into the dining room, holding her hand.
She felt giddy and looked at Fabian and Trevor, who followed them.
The guys wriggled their brows, and everyone exchanged a familiar glance.
Their King was opening up to their princess.
“Why are you not sitting?” King Cyrus asked when they passed her seat, and she didn’t stop.
Amelia licked her bottom lip. She looked at her hand shyly.
Cyrus followed her gaze and realised he was still holding her hand, and he cleared his throat before he let go of her hand.
“I was afraid you would run like a toddler,” Cyrus reasoned to hide the mishap and his embarrassment.
Amelia – A toddler?
Fabian, Trevor, Miss Quinn – Yes, sir. Say whatever you want to hide it. We all know you are opening up to our Princess’s ways.
They smiled in sync while Cyrus sat in the seat.
He looked at Amelia’s hand wrapped in bandages and pressed his lips into a thin line.
“I need permission from you,” Amelia suddenly murmured.
Cyrus, putting food on his plate, paused and nodded for her to continue what she wanted to say.
Amelia smiled, all her sadness going away before she turned to him.
“As I said earlier, I was selected as the top-tier healer. My experiment was about curing paralysis. It happened that the triplet alphas’ mother is paralyzed due to an incident. I went there to check, and I think I can cure her. I need permission to go to the Ashborn pack for two weeks,” Amelia said.
Cyrus ate peacefully, hearing her chatter.
If it were anyone else disturbing him while eating, he would’ve surely snapped at the person, but for some reason, he wasn’t annoyed at the girl, and his wolf seemed strangely calm and happy with her chatter.
Cyrus looked at her helplessly.
“You didn’t ask for permission when you went there to check. Now you need it?” He asked, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.
Amelia pouted her lips and looked at her plate.
“Well, you are always so busy. I didn’t want to disturb you,” she murmured before taking a spoonful of pasta in her mouth.
Cyrus raised his brows at her pouty voice that sounded strangely cute.
He looked at her and, seeing her munching the pasta like a hamster, he couldn’t help himself.
He grabbed her chin, pinching her cheeks together, making her look at him wide-eyed.
He just wanted to punish her a little for what she did to him in the car, and stole a kiss from him. But seeing her cute and unadulterated expression, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything.
With a sigh, he wiped her lips before releasing her face.
“You can come to me regarding such matters. You are my wife,” Cyrus said before he sucked the pasta sauce from his thumb.
Amelia blushed scarlet at his actions.
Cyrus amazed himself by doing so. He cleared his throat when he noticed his people were looking at him with their mouths agape as if they saw some kind of miracle.
“Do you want to eat?” Cyrus asked them with knitted brows.
“After you, sir,” Fabian answered, snapping out of shock.
“Then stop looking at us eating like creeps,” Cyrus said, shocking his team with his words.
The message was clear. Why were they watching them eat and making things uncomfortable?
However, Fabian, the most shameless one, stood there firmly.
“As your guard, I have to protect you even in the dining room,” He grinned shamelessly while Cyrus glared at him but didn’t say anything.
“So, will you allow me?” Amelia asked, catching his attention.
Cyrus looked at the girl before nodding.
“What do I get in return?” He asked casually.
“I’ll give you five kisses,” Amelia said without thinking twice, and the guy choked on his food, looking at the girl with an expression as if he was wronged.
“What? I think five is reasonable. You can’t be more greedy,” Amelia pouted.
Cyrus’s glare hardened.
This girl. She never leaves a chance to seduce me! He thought before eating in silence while his team cheered for their princess inwardly so that she could seduce their king.
Who knew if they would get to see their mini king in a year? This thought filled them with joy, and they celebrated happily.
Since their mind barrier wasn’t up, Cyrus, who heard their thoughts loud and clear, glared at his team, reminding himself to give them a nice beating in the training session.