𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

Chapter Sixty Eight {Davinia} 🌹

My head hurts. I hold my hand to it as I sit up on my bed. My bed? I remember falling asleep on Butcher's thighs when his soothing storytelling voices hit the right spot to make me seek the comfort of sleep. So how did I end up in my own bed? I'm certain Timothy isn't in any position to lift me and put me to bed.

"This should help with headaches."

My eyes snap up to see Rolan walking into my room with the confidence of a king, holding a glass of water in his right hand and a pill in his left. His handsome face remains blank and expressionless, but his eyes are not as icy as when we first met.

"Helen was about to bring it in, so I took it from her because I also wanted to see you," he says as he places the water and pill in my hands.

"Oh," is all I manage to say. I clear my throat before tossing the aspirin into my mouth and washing it down with water. I take another sip of water and then place the cup on the desk next to my bed.

The bed sinks as he sits on it, his right leg folded in and his left touching the floor. My eyes meet his swirling blue gaze.

His stare on my nest-like head makes me feel conscious and I immediately comb my fingers through my hair to make it look less of a nest.

"I hope there's no problem. You said you wanted to see me?" I search his eyes for answers, but as always, I don't find any.

"We need to get married before the month ends." The words that escape his lips take a moment to sink into my brain, and when they do, my eyes widen in surprise.

"It's... sudden," I trail off, contemplating how I'm about to enter a whole new world.

"Yes, Mika. We need to unite quickly so that everything else can fall into place and Ian won't be able to do anything to hinder the merging of our forces." His deep yet hoarse voice sounds comforting to my ears.

What he says makes sense, but I'm still processing. Getting married will change me as an individual. I will bear a new name and assume the responsibilities of a wife and mother.

"I'm not good with promises, so I don't make them." His cool voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I read his eyes as he speaks. "But I promise you, you won't be alone. We'll get through it together, and you have my mom, my dad—heck, my whole family is ready for you. We're all waiting for you to pick a date and become mine."

I can't tear my gaze away from his eyes. They draw me in, as if words are flowing from them. They say that the eyes are the windows to one's soul. Can the same be said about Rolan? Because his eyes are definitely offering warmth that I thought he never had. They are testifying to his promise, letting me know this is not a joke.

"How about on the 11th of this month?" My voice is barely above a whisper when I speak, but he hears me, and the widening of his eyes lets me know that he is not expecting my quick response. I smile politely as I look at the calendar on my smart alarm.

We're in the month of March, and on the 11th will be next Monday. We have seven days to prepare. I would ask my secretary to work with my schedule.

"Are you sure?" He scoots closer to me, and I can feel his body warmth through the sheets. For some odd reason, I want him to wrap his hands tightly around me.

"Hundred percent." I want him to wrap his hands around me so tightly that I won't be able to breathe properly.

"What do we do about Ian?" I ask, ignoring the closeness between us. His eyebrows furrow.

"We?"

I let out a short sarcastic laugh. "He messes with me, my people. I'm not going to leave him to you to handle. We will get him together, and we both will have our fair share of making him wish for death."

Silence reigns after my last word as we both stare at each other, speaking with our eyes. I try to speak, but my mouth just hangs open with no words coming out of it.

"I will leave you to prepare for the day, me and Maxwell have things to talk about." His slanted eyes squint for a second. He nods at me then walks briskly out of my room, taking his warmth with him.

My eyes leave the door and land on my father's frame. They become teary but the tears don't fall. They just hang in there like I'm hanging on the little bits of my mental health. Can I even do this? I run my fingers through my hair with a sigh of frustration leaving my lips.

"Don't lose your shit yet, It's Monday, Princess." Tiana walks in with a coffee in her right hand and a file in her left. On her face is a "Life is tough, yes I know" look and it makes me sigh all over again.

"Thanks." I take the coffee from her and take a little sip. It shakes me awake, my whole body shakes and goosebumps appear on my skin almost immediately. "This is not latte!"

"Yes, I know."

Her nonchalant tone makes me realize that she's angry. "What's wrong with you?"

"Me? I'm fine." She shrugs it off but I can see the hurt on her face as she takes out the document from the clear file.

"Spill, Ana." I grab her right hand and she stops. She snaps her head up at me with livid eyes.

"Last night meeting. What is that about? You didn't tell me anything, since when have you been planning this? You always tell me everything. How did I not know this?" She frowns at herself.

I drop the coffee on the desk beside my bed and sit up properly. "I'm sorry Tiana but I have to do it. At some point, you will realize that the only person you can trust is yourself and even at some point you won't be able to trust yourself." I release my hold on her wrist so I can caress her arm instead.

"Please understand, there's a lot of things going on and you already have a lot on your plate. I just have to do it." I say softly, hoping she will understand.

A small smile appears on her face and she rubs my hand that is caressing her right arm. "It's okay,just promise me you'll be fine." 

"I will be fine." 

"Liar." 

We burst out laughing like two idiots.