☾Order of the Moon☽

☾✩☽Chapter 13☾✩☽

Days passed and the same thing happens all over again. There were some days Franz and Arwen would stay with me, but some days Xavier insisted to take me to my daily training.

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Every Harriet si busy with the winter celebration that would be held at night today. Laika had informed me that there wouldn't be any training today which I was not happy about, as much as I like winter, I still wanted to train, I need to train.

Laika prepped me before leaving quickly to attend to her other duties. 

Shortly after Laika left, I made my way out and to Xavier's quarters. Last night he told me that I should just come to him myself since it would be something we'd be doing daily from now on, and I had no problem with it, he even said if I preferred him getting me from my quarters he would still do it if I wanted him to.

I let out a breathy sigh before knocking on the door, "Xavier?" I said, not getting any response. "Xavier?" I knocked again. I hesitated if I should just go in instead of waiting, maybe he didn't hear me. I slowly opened his door and made my way in. "Xavier?" I quietly said as I made my way to the table that already had food served, but he was nowhere to be found. I took a peek at the bathroom, being cautious in case he was inside, but still...no one.

I stood in the middle of the room confused, as I looked around his room, taking the chance to observe it, I noticed something. Each little flower vase, on his bedside, even on the dining table, all had one kind of flower, and it was red roses, the roses had vivid colors, red like blood.

I walked over to his bed, and it was so well made it looked as if he hadn't even slept on it. On his bedside table was a black sketchbook. My curiosity got to me, so I took the sketchbook and took a peek inside. And great galaxies, who would've thought the king is a passionate artist. The sketchbook was filled with beautiful pencil drawings, most of them were flowers, some were objects in his room, but one drawing caught me, it was an unfinished drawing of a woman, her face was unfinished, but her hair was in a braid. I was about to turn to the next page, but I accidentally dropped it as a voice spoke, "I had to attend to something..." a voice of a man said, I directly knew who it was. "Xavier... I-" I couldn't make an excuse as the sketchbook lay beside my boots. He looked at me before changing his stare at his sketchbook on the floor. I stood frozen as he slowly walked towards me. He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell his vanilla scent. He bent down, stopping for a second in front of my face before going lower to get the sketchbook. "I didn't mean to touch it, I just got...curious," I said as he stood back up, slightly dusting the book. He looked at me before placing the book on his bed. "Shall we eat now?"  he asked, I only nodded before following him to the table. Ever since that night, Xavier had been sitting beside me for our meals. 

"Hobby," he started. I turned to look at him, "I'm sorry, pardon?" I said as I didn't understand where this sudden topic came from. "I draw to pass time... and believe it or not, I have quite the passion for poetry," he said, trying to stop a smile tugging on his face, he looked like a little boy talking to his mom about how proud he is about his talent and I couldn't help but grin. The fact that he's a talented artist and passionate about poetry made him even more perfect the way he is. "It'll be my pleasure then, to hear some of your poems," I said as I took a sip off my water. He let out a breathy smile before looking back down at his food. 

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"Xavier," I stared, thinking if  I should ask such a request. He turned to look at me, once again I was caught in his dark eyes. I cleared my throat before I spoke, "It's my first time celebrating winter in a palace, I was hoping if I could walk around and see what the people have prepared for later night?" I asked, fidgeting with my hands under the table. He took a deep breath before placing a finger under his chin. I became more anxious every second, "Why do you need to ask permission from me?" he responded. He's right, why was I asking?