My Starseed Meets Me In A Different World

CHAPTER XI

Melinda

So we meet again, love.

Who would know the moment I opened my eyes, on this still winter's day in the middle of a world I had been forced to consider my own, that I would see my best friend again.

The same one I assumed I had lost forever and was never to be seen again.

If one could explain the feeling—the emotion that was coercing itself throughout my body the moment my eyes fluttered open and met with the unfamiliarity of his pink gaze; there were truly no words that could take place of my thoughts.

I was truly and utterly rendered speechless.

Previous to our encounter, I had spent the past few weeks recovering from a deep fever that had overtaken my body after that intense flashback I had gotten in my bedroom at night.

Although it didn't last long, I got to stay in bed most days while I read and ate delicious meals prepared for me; it was paradise not having to get dressed up and deal with etiquette training from nanny Addel and the pestering of my mother who fussed over me at my bedside despite my protests that I was fine, I doubted she believed the words of a mere four-year-old.

When I did return to good health, I was back to lessons with nanny and practicing for when our esteemed "guests" would arrive. I was in no shape or form excited to greet people outside of the estate that was considered royalty; I had absolutely no care for them, in my old world royalty was only something mostly done figuratively so I paid it no mind, but here people actually ruled through dynasties so it was a bit different and new to experience.

Still, I could care less.

Preparing was the easy part since nanny took care of all the needed essentials especially the style of my hair and the dresses I would wear. Mother herself was frantic in ensuring everything in the estate was cleaned, polished, and befitting that of a Grand Duchy.

I remained calm and spent my days researching and capturing any form of knowledge I could grasp in my mind before I was swept away to do minuscule things.

When the time came for the guests to arrive at the estate, I was pretty much badgered by my handmaidens to wash which meant tub time where they scrubbed me endlessly, combed through the endless coils and curls in my hair, and styled it in a way that accentuated my young face and dressed me.

I would be a liar if I said that I didn't give them a hard time. After all, I was pretty curious about the products they were using to bathe and use on my hair—I was frantically refusing to sit still until I was told where the products came from and the materials used in them.

That was then when they eventually caved and told me they were specially imported products from my mother's home country of Cluyze. The products were divine and they smelt lovely—very different from the smells of this particular everyday population, meaning the workers of this home because I had yet to step foot out of these estate's gates.

How could I be blamed though? I was a natural chemist, I wanted to know the ingredients I was putting on my skin, body, and hair. If this world was anything like the history books of earth, products no matter how good they smelt, most likely contained harmful products that would cut your lifespan in half if used over a long period of time.

And since the products were mostly natural in a sense, I was somewhat appeased, but not all that much; I had rather preferred to make my own materials in which I knew exactly what was in the ingredients list to a T.

That was how I began looking into the botany and plant life of this world to continue filling my knowledge of the materials readily available to use in this particular region. But since we were still in Sladomm it was difficult to see the ecosystem in full bloom.