In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
"Wait! I don't want to go to bed just yet!" My high-pitched voice seemed to have stunned everyone in the vicinity. Thankfully, I wasn't loud enough to alert the guests of the banquet; I'm sure they hadn't expected me to belt out as I had just done, not to mention how solemenly quiet I had been since the begining of this event.
I couldn't leave here without at least speaking to the Grand Duke. When would I get an opportunity as vital as this? I couldn't sit on my hands and wait for something to occur. I had been a little too passive in my past life, and the same could be said about the current state of affairs in this life, but I would not allow another moment for Mellie and me to be separated.
I had cried endlessly for her, it would be a shame if I carried on like this.
The Grand Duke smiled, "Ah, when they're young they always refuse to go to bed. My little Lavania does the same. Like me, she enjoys late-night walks." He stated.
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Melinda was a certified night owl. She could work through the entire night off brain power alone, though it would be literal hell to wake her up before noon time. She disliked the morning greatly and only could tolerate it after a few cups of coffee.
On the other hand, I didn't mind the early rise and shine, I always looked forward to it. So you'd imagine my pain at times having to get her up whenever she stayed at my place or vice versa. The thought always brought a warmness to her my heart when I remembered my little tips and tricks for getting her up when I wanted to, like drawing the curtains on purpose to see her squirm or making a cup of coffee the way she liked it and waffling it under her nose so she'd bolt right up, reaching for the coffee like a starved animal.
"Kiraz, it's imperative you got to bed. After all, this banquet is for adults." Mother scolded me lightly as she gave me a knowing look; I'm sure she didn't want to be embarrassed as this was probably one of the first banquets she was able to attend with father at her side and she didn't want the potential of being disqualified from any future ones.
I wanted to tell her it'd be fine, I'd be on my best behavior but I was running on limited time.
I squirmed lightly on my feet, "I know... I just wanted to say something to the Grand Duke." I began.
Both father and the Grand Duke both looked with surprised expressions marking their face.
"Oh, is that so? Please do tell me how I can best serve you, your highness?" Grand Duke Titus stated with a playful tone as if he were admiring my bold words as a younging.
"What business do you have with the Duke, Kiraz?" Father questioned.
I pursed my lips and spoke, peeking a look over at my brother who was also watching with an arched stare at what I had to say.
