𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 | 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌

"Find a Wife" ✧ Chapter 1

"HELLO? ANYONE THERE? MY WIFE IS DYING, PLEASE HELP!" Leo cried out but, it was too late...she was gone; and no amount of screaming or bargaining would ever bring her back.

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Present Day

"Son, you are aware you need a wife right? And soon?" Leo's father asked. He knows. There wasn't a moment when his parents hadn't brought up the fact that he needs to get married. Each time he hears it, it angers him a bit more.

"Yeah dad, I'm aware. You've only mentioned it 8 times this week." Leo let out a tired sigh, shuffling the cologne on his dresser near his bed, to shuffling through his closet, searching for clothes to wear.

"I just want what's best for you and our kingdom, it is the only reason I'm so adamant about it." His father said from beside the door, walking next to Leo's bed to assure him that.

"I only have your best interest in mind." Lies. If that were true, why not let him choose for himself? "Dad, if you wanted what's best for me, you would let me marry who I want." He said loosening his belt and walking towards the bathroom.

"It is the best for you! Why won't you marry Emily? She's a nice girl and not to mention, both kingdoms would flourish from your marriage." Marrying Emily would be great for both kingdoms. If both kingdoms were united there would be easier trading, increases in the wealth of both kingdoms, and a stronger military alliance between them should danger arise.

"I don't care for a girl who is just 'nice', I'm just simply not interested in her." Leo stared at his reflection in the mirror, removing his trousers and placing on sweatpants. To Leo, sweatpants feel like soft silky sheets of fabric— except just in pants. What he likes is the comfortable feel of it.

"Must you be so picky? You don't really have a choice! She's the best option, and you will do what's best for our kingdom!" His father quoted in a stern tone, raising his finger to express his hostility towards his son's seemingly "selfish" reasons.

"Ok dad." Leo brushed off his father's words as if they were never spoken, strolling past his dad and grabbing a coat on the way out of the door. "Where are you going, Son?" His father questioned with his head tilted right.

"Away from here." Leo shrugged greeting the soldiers that supervised his room. He continued down the corridor and down the grand staircase with the intention to exit the door alone.

As he walked through the tall white castle doors, two soldiers accompanied him, following him right out of the door. Leo stuck out two fingers and halted, and so they came to a stop. "Don't follow me." He reprimanded them.

Leo continued out of the front gates of the castle, looking to indulge in some food from the village to keep his mind off of things. There was no other booth he loved rather than "Renata's". The food there was like no other, satisfying him enough to make him walk almost halfway across the town to attain some.

To everyone, he looked like a commoner, dressed in sweatpants and a shirt which people would deem "homeless." So superficial, they are. He arrived at Renata's slightly out of breath after being so used to riding a horse, luckily he runs frequently so he's rather adroit.

He approached the booth, leaning onto the railing that lied in front of him. "Hi! Welcome to Renata's," a girl with dark brown skin, a voluminous afro with tiny flowers of various colors decorated into it, and an apron with black bottoms underneath them smiled.

"Wow uh- hi!" He stammered, captivated by the beauty of the woman who stood before him. This surely isn't his first time seeing her but, somehow it feels like he's meeting her all over again. "Hey? How can I assist you?" She questioned removing her notepad and pen from the contents of her right pocket.

"Uh yeah. I'd like a curry meal. That'll be all." Someone's watching me. Khasia jotted down his order with cursory, informing him of his wait time. She glanced around the area to cure herself from the suspicions, yet they still remained. After a while, she handed him his meal and he thanked her profusely, continuing back on his way home. She sighed, he was her last order of the day.

They're gone. "Mom, Dad, I'm heading out early, see you at home." She waved them off and scurried home awaiting a warm shower and soft bed to greet her. Home was no further than 10 blocks away, and before she knew it, she had arrived.

She swiftly opened her bedroom door, quickly stopping at her dresser to get a change of clothes. She grabbed her favorite colored sleepwear and headed to the shower.

Needless to say, once she got in the shower, she never wanted to leave. The way the warm water caressed her skin as if a thousand tiny kisses made her long for more. Eventually she finished getting ready and walked out of the door.

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Let's just say her parents aren't the happiest at this moment. "KHASIA WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? AND WHY ARE YOU FILTHY?" Her mother shouted, eyeing her daughter as she's covered in dirt and smells; at this point her mother is wondering what type of daughter she is raising. How belligerent.

"They were having an event in the pig pen where the fastest sprinter wins cash. We had to run in mud." She answered. Given that, her mother was curious as to if she won the challenge; after all, who wouldn't want a little extra cash?

"Well did you win?" Her mother asked quietly. "Of course I did." She smiled, pulling the cash from the right side of her bottoms. She handed her mother a third of it, and headed straight for the shower to get ready for bed.

"... Go burn those clothes, it stinks." Her mother smiled, taking in the bills she just received from her daughter. That's actually a good idea, She thought. She removed her clothes, placing them in the sink while she cleaned herself off. The filth slid off of her body, staining the shower floor.

Soon, she put on fresh clothes and acquired gloves to keep from placing more filth onto herself. She carried the clothes outside in the back, and wandered to the nearest bonfire .

There, she tossed her clothes into the flames, letting it engulf and destroy each piece of fabric like words do to a person's spirit... slowly then quickly. After watching it all disintegrate, she headed home to lay in bed. Man was she exhausted.

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