Chapter 47
3rd. person P.O.V. (Thomas)
"...and we have to make sure that all our products have arrived at the harbor within the next two weeks, because the ships will be there immediately after...", Lord Coringh, one of the king's advisers continued in a monotone voice, about some overseas business.
Thomas leaned his elbow against the armrest of the seat he was currently seated in, as he half-listened to the adviser's speech. The meeting was stretching longer than planned. Not only was he tired from the lack of sleep, a consequence of the paperwork he was behind on, but he was also distracted with thoughts about his beautiful friend once again.
Flashes of her face filled with various expressions went through his mind before he could stop them. Ugh not again, he thought. He knew he got distracted every time he thought about her. It had been quite embarrassing when he had been caught daydreaming on a few meetings.
But thinking about her is worth it, his subconscious nagged him. He couldn't deny that fact. He had also stopped trying to deny the feelings he felt every time he was in her company. Maybe I'm just infatuated, he thought. How could he not be? She was just too perfect for her own good. There was just something he couldn't point out that always made his heart beat a little faster when he was near her. But deep down he was vaguely aware that it was more than a simple infatuation. And he wasn't sure what he would do when he figured these feelings out.
Ouch, he thought, glaring at the nearly impassive owner of the foot that had stomped on his own. But he could see the strained lips of his brother, that were impossibly trying to twitch. Gaby was staring pointily at the current speaking adviser, who was, in fact, the head adviser.
Thomas quickly realized he had once again tuned out the conversation, and brought his attention back to the head adviser. Thankfully, he caught the last sentence, "What do you think, Prince Thomas?"
"...Yes, I agree," he said after a short silence, confirming the idea, "The ships will sail just the day before the ones from oversea arrive, so we can avoid any sort of congestion. Our products need to be there at least a week before then, so they can be loaded in times, and the crews have enough time to prepare," he finished, before looking at Fabian's father, "Stevenson, please write a message to the west department supervisor, to inform him about our plans."
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She has such a nice voice, Thomas thought on his way to the library after lunch, it's a shame she doesn't use it to sing when she plays.
He shook his head, trying to get rid of his thoughts. It didn't work. She had once again invaded his mind. It had happened countless times over the last few months that she spent at the palace. But recently, they became much more frequent since their last kiss.
Thomas felt a wave of shame surge through him. What had he been thinking? She was right, he couldn't kiss her anytime just like that, even if they were in private.
...But he had been so entranced by her eyes, that held many unsaid feelings, her expression, that looked like she knew him inside and out, the way she moved around him, so naturally gracefully, the movement of her hair around her face, the long lashes that rimmed her eyes, her pink lips, stretched in a teasing smile... he couldn't help himself to ask for a kiss. At least, she kissed you back, his subconscious told him. That thought brought a small comforted smile to his lips. It meant that she at least felt a little something for him, if she was still willing to kiss him despite indecency.
He entered the library, seeing Gaby sprawled out on one of the couches, asleep. He sighed, knowing that his brother also lacked of sleep due to paperwork. He felt slightly bad for him, knowing that it was something that was normally only reserved for the Crown prince or the king.
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