The Daughter Of Illéa

Chapter 64

The night was sleepless. I laid on my velvet coated mattress, staring at my ceiling in intricate detail, forcing my eyes to close. However, all my eyes lids would do would bounce back up, revealing my grey eyes to the darkness of the night.

This remained for minutes...hours. Just me stretched out on my back in pajamas that were in no use for me.

I staid asleep until five, when my maids began slipping in to begin the day. I could recognize Wanda by her flourishing look and light laughing. Her chocolate coat radiating off the small candle in her grasp. It wasn't until now, that I realized how beautiful she actually was. In the midst of the candle light, I could see her eyes. There were slim-catlike-with hazel slits that were crinkled when she smiled. Her face was shaped perfectly, her jaw able to give a cut at the touch. And her hair complimented her skin, with it's oaky vibe as it was now longer and given the time she has now, curled. Wanda is not a doubt beautiful, but ever since our trip back from Atlin, radiant.

She had retrieved me from my restless night and helped me get ready for the day to come. I soaked in the suds for thirty minutes, having to hear the contemplating on whether or not Gus' favorite was lavender or vanilla.

By the leaking of the luminous sun onto my carpets, I knew it was time to see him. I had on a baby pink day dress with lace sewn into the fabric with a white blazer supporting the dress with the simple but classy look. My hair, in it's natural tangle, was brushed out, and straightened; my bangs braided to the back of my head.

The corridors, coated in painted pictures of the royal ancestors and even the present line of royalty, were silent, revealing the fact that majority of the selected were spending their morning either in the grand hall slumped over tables and chairs, or in the infirmary which had as full of a vacancy as I had assumed.

When you first enter, the first thing that reaches your distance of senses, is the reeking smell of alcohol and the constant hearing of regurgitation. Piper was one of the many, laid out on her mattress with her red gown sprawled out with her, covering her as she puked up her guts into a bucket in which I could hear the splattering sound of her last given meal against the metal.

Farther down were the beginning of constantly attended royals. Many of the Irish were knocked out, or either mumbling and moaning about their obnoxious headaches. One of the many were Killian, Prince Marsh' younger brother. As Marsh is 23, Killian is our age, or older. 19, I'd guess. His blonde hair is tussled over his eyes and his skin is fair under the blanket.

The beyond the cots to my left, laid Gus on the last bed next to the wall. His golden hair rustled and carelessly aiming in different directions as bags weighed under his eyes with a green complexion.

"Nice to see you holding up..." I said, finally reaching the footer of his well nourished cot.

"Yeah, it's nice to see me holding up too." He laughed his usual laugh, allowing me to let out a breath that I was unaware I was holding in. Just the fact of his normality was relieving.

Moments later I find myself in the chair by his side, watching him play with his fingers, before he broke the silence. "I'm sorry-"
"Don't apologize."
"Let me finish." He looked up, his look stern but for good intentions.

"I'm sorry for doubting you...I know why you did what you did, and I believe you...it's just under the law and court it isn't to be overlooked..." He looked back towards his rough looking hands in which he finds himself staring at at nearly everyone one of our meetings sense the fight.
"but since my dad is the law and the court, he pretty much ripped up the paper."

He began laughing, looking up with some sort of light in his navy coated iris eyes. It was nice to see the dimples in his tan cheeks, reflecting at me. I found myself laughing too, my hands easing up to his and gripping them.

We sat for several minutes, our hands intwined like tarnished vines, and our voices explaining the past weeks without much contact.

"Could you enlighten me on my behavior last night?" He chuckled, smiling his pearly whites. Even despite his hangover, he didn't look it. He was just as radiantly handsome as he'd always been.

"Well, you sung Jesus Loves Me, a classic, no doubt." I smile, looking up towards the ceiling trying to think.
"Your the soppy drunk, fyi. You cried on the way up the staircase-"
"Wait, you took me here?" His question hung for atleast two minutes of awkward silence.
"I couldn't just leave you like that for the press..." My voice echoed. "...plus you just said you missed me."
He scoffed a laugh, "no way did I miss you." He kidded, as I stood with a sarcastic gape and tried to stomp away before he pulled me back, and I fell. Not in the chair, but next to him on the small wrinkle free cot.
"Just kidding." He said, while hugging me tightly. "Is that vanilla?" He muffled into my shoulder, as I laughed.
"Yes, in fact it is, and you said something else." I stated, turning my head to face towards him which was so close our breathing paces became compatible.
"What?" He breathed, his breath which once reeked of alcohol, smelled of spearmint, as his eyes scanned my face.
"I never figured out...you shut yourself up."
His eyes enlarged, and his tan complexion molded into a deep shade of pink.
"Oh, so I'm assuming you know what it is, eh?" I asked with a light laugh.
"Yeah, and..." He took a large breath before speaking, "...I lo-"

"Miss?" I jolted up, looking at the nurse at the end of the bed.
"Yes?" I say, unlatching myself from Gus' grip.
"Would you like some coffee?"
I look back at Gus and then back at her.
"Sure." I nod. "But make sure it's not to hot, I don't like straight black, and I like it somewhat hazelnut and somewhat vanilla. Oh and send it to my room, I should be there in a few." I smile. "Hope it's not to much to ask for." The nurse laughed and walked off, as I pushed myself off the bed.

"I guess I'll just need to add your taste of coffee to the list of things about you that confuse me." He smiled sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up." I blushed, untangling our hands, in which he lifted one and touched my face. As he pulled my head towards his, I was unsure and tense. However when his lips kissed the roof of my head, I relaxed. I've kissed him before, getting mad at him everytime, and frankly I didn't want my feelings spiraling out again, about loyalty and trust and my unsurity of him and the other ladies.

"See you later, Gus."

"See you later, Del."

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HERES THE MOST ROMANCE YOU WILL BE GETTING FROM THEM UNTIL A CERTAIN CHAPTER!
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BESIDES GUYS I HAVE SOME THRILLER CHAPTERS VOMING UP, AS THIS STORY IS COMING TO AN END IN LETS GUESS ABOUT 12 or 13 MORE CHAPTERS? That's a lot, but still!
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QOTC: How many of you are tired of @the_selectionfanfics playing us with her chapters?