My King

Chapter 25 - The song of mystery.

Chapter 12 - The song of mystery.

Marcys Savage

Luka's strange behavior has been a hassle to say the least. His constant awake state, and the pounding headache he's not only inflicting on himself, but also on me. His constant thinking creating its own pounding inside my skull. The seer shed light on many things, mostly dumb and useless riddles of nonsense, but it seems Luka got something out of it, and I got all the consequences apparently.

I started questioning his behavior when it interfered with my sleep and costed me a century of headaches with only a two-days stretch. My nagging on his behalf, was dodged beautifully - I got to give him that.

I've let him get away with his secrecy for the time being. The only reason for my attention on his dilemma is the annoying impact it has cursed me with, and sacrificing my sleep for him is not an option. He's simply not worth it.

Sad but true.

Most of his time has been spent in his office, so he can deal with his shit in peace. Because of that, I have gained a lot of alone time, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit, I've loved every second of it. My time has been mostly spent in the gigantic tub in the bathroom. Such luxury has never been in my reach, and I've been busy making up for all those centuries I've spent washing myself in a river or the ocean.

The bath bombs have been another delight, and so far, my favorite one is the blue lagoon. The blue color is magnificent when it comes in contact with the water, and the glow remind me of Luka's blue oceans. His absence has been notified, and I wish I could deny any losses on my behalf, but I'll obviously be lying.

I miss his annoying presence.

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I watch Luka's pacing form, as he makes it his life mission to give the floor a massive hole, the wood crying in despair at the abuse its receiving.

What has the floor ever done to him?

"I need to tell you something" He finally gets some word out of his previously sealed lips and stop pacing to look upon my seated position on the edge of the bed.

I raise a brow. "Okay" I drag out the word, a little unease with the anxiety radiating off of him in waves, the crashing against the high shore loud and wild.

A whisper in the back of my head, remind me of the knowledge, I have obtained these past two days.

"You know who the northern beast is" I state, as if it's obvious.

His frown is deep and adorable, his dimple coming forward to shine brightly. "How did you know?

"It became quite obvious after these two days, and as I've stated before - Your walls are weak and pathetic. Simple and small pieces of your thoughts invade my mind more often than not" I explain with an eyeroll, hating to repeat myself.

"So, you know who it is" He asks, his nervousness lingering underneath the question asked, as if he has already concluded I know every little thing he does.

He's adorably stupid. I answer with a shake of my head.

He sighs, and his anxiety fly through the roof at the lack of knowledge I've obtained. His pacing starts up again, a fingernail in his mouth, a chewing loud in the silent room. I wince in disgust at his bad habit of biting his fingernails comes forward to show itself. That's just disgusting.

He looks at me briefly and pause in his tracks enough time to let me in on his knowledge. "It's my father."

I hum lowly with a nod, as my thoughts swirl around trying to find a decent answer to his statement, but I come out short. There is no good answer to that, and comforting isn't really my thing.