𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★Alastor x fem! reader★🥀

Ch. XXXIII ✡Bitter Pill To Swallow✡

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ONE WEEK LATER...
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"HEY...UH, Y/N?" THE SOUND of a small, almost sheepish voice speaks through the stillness in the hotel atmosphere. 

You glance over your shoulder, the gentle humming under your breath completely stopping once you see Charlie standing in the open doorway

With a quick wipe of your hands on a nearby towel to get rid of the soap from currently washing dishes, you turn, greeting Charlie with the brightest smile you've ever worn before.

"Yes?" You ask politely, appearing to be in quite the...exceptional mood. Which is...strangely unusual of her, Charlie says to herself.

Charlie isn't the only one who's noticed it, everyone else secretly points out how you've been singing under your breath a little bit more than usual, your smile seems a little wider, and even Angel claimed he caught you dancing to yourself in the hotel longue while the radio played.

Suspicious behavior that no one knows the key reason as to why you suddenly flipped like a switch. One can only assume something happened that made you so...happy.

But with the news that Charlie is about to deliver, she silently prays it won't demolish your upbeat, positive, yet fragile mood.

She knows all too well how one little slice of bad news can completely destroy a positive energy field.

Who hasn't experienced that?

"There's...someone here to see you," Charlie glances down at her pale fingers, pitching the tips of her freshly painted black fingernails.

"It seems...a little urgent too, he was very clear with pointing out that he wants to see you only."

Your brow furrows, perplexed at the sudden information, and on guard seeing the flicker of hesitation in Charlie's eyes.

Whenever she glances left and right, up or down, she's hiding something. That much you've picked up with your going on seven months at being a hotel staff member.

Dropping the soapy towel on the counter, you leave your unfinished duty that is washing dishes to approach Charlie.
"Who is it? Is it my father?"

"...no, it's someone I've never seen before. He...looks like a royal."

Royal...

Your blood immediately runs cold at the
simple word royal, your mind turning gears and your heart shifting into overdrive as the realization of WHO this stranger actually is.

With haste, you sidestep Charlie, speed-walking down the hallway before going down the long stairway two steps at a time, one hand on the polished wooden railing while your heart hammers against your chest so loudly you're surprised no one can hear it.

What is he doing here? The voices in your head overlap each other with question after question.
Did my father send him? Is he here to take me away? Has he told anyone about our arrangement?!

The last question sends a shot of fear filled adrenaline pulsing through your veins, making you pick up your speed and go from walking to full on running when you enter the bottom floor hallway that leads to the main entrance of the hotel where the lounge and the bar sit.