Wayward [The Princess' jewellery box]

[IX] 'Trinkets'

A good health, matched with an equally routine, is indispensable to start a day optimally. However, only a few could actively apply it to their everyday life, including Lucetta who was already known to be a workaholic; drown out in paperworks all day long and a strong sense of duty, she never let herself take a break until everything was done, going as far as not sleeping for several days straights.

Seemingly used to it, her body adapted itself, therefore, allowing her to follow her unhealthy routine, until it completely shut down by itself.

Moreover, the extreme discretion demanded of her, made it hard for her to ask for help; a work of four or five entirely hers. At times, she just wanted to chuck all the papers in the hearth, but the content of those papers were too important, so she sometimes had to begrudgingly continue; despite being used to it, that did not mean that she loved it.

Work is work, going just so far.

Another day began, and another day drowned in work, however for once she wasn't alone, indeed Amber had taken it on himself to help Lucetta with all the paperwork she had to do, and would have probably taken 1 week or more to finish. And thanks to his skill, a work that should have been done over one week, had been successfully done under one day, which is quite exceptional.

And that bring us to the next day, when for the first time in a while, Lucetta could sleep peacefully without being too worried about work possibly not done in time. She felt relieved, like a weight has been lifted from her shoulder; as strong as she is, there is only so much she could carry by herself.

Sunlight was peaking through the curtains, deposing a veil made of light on the delicate sleeping figure, under the white sheets; waking up ever so gently Lucetta who stirred up slightly, finally, opening her eyes. Sitting up, she felt something enlacing her waist, making her she looked down.

Only to see, very recognisable blond strands, peaking out of the sheets, while trying to remember the last night, she started to play unconsciously with his hair, which made him purr out of pleasure; It stunned her, for a moment, but it quickly switched up, to amusement and adoration. Who, would have thought that this blond-haired man called a sly fox by other, is in private, a childish and clingy man?

Not having the heart of waking him up, she stayed in the same position, while humming a song that, she had come to learn when, she went downtown disguised, to blend in the populace.

A sweet and foreign lullaby, waking him up slowly, in hope to discover to whom, the voice belongs to. The feeling of someone playing with his hair, ever so gently, making shivers of pleasure go down his spine and, purr unconsciously. His arms enlacing something soft, spreading its warmth to him.

It was, a very pleasurable morning that, Raymond was having. In public, he never had this much luxury, because he had come to learn, since young, that keeping his poker face, is one of the best strategies to keep a full control over, his surroundings: It was always the same boring days coming, again and again. Boring. Placid. Uneventful.

Then again, it was only after meeting the sole princess of Arbelzea empire, that the cogs of his formerly stuck clock, started to run, once again. His mundane routine, changed and was coloured by a splash of colours, making it look like an outlandish paint.

She taught him the colours, depicting a life full of adventure and a type of devotion that made everything envious of; the commitment they (Ariana and Lucetta) reserve to a few select but fully dedicated to them, making them feel safe, like a cocoon embracing their entire being.