The Unthought Fate [MxM]

Chapter 14

Vlad

It was finally the day of the ceremony.

I had an almost sleepless night; my thoughts were all on Kayro, who yesterday barely exited his room.

He didn't let me in, didn't let me help him with anything, just opened the door to receive food and that was it. Even Her Highness, Lady Mylla, was concerned about him, but there was only so much we could do.

Opening my eyes, I was lying in my bed and looking at the ceiling. It was an activity I often did lately, because I felt so useless. My mood was so low I could barely meditate, not being able to clear my mind most of the time.

The awkward relationship between Kayro and Victoria was going strong—the ignoring kind of relationship, I mean. Still not on speaking terms from Victoria's side, but it was taking a toll on Kayro.

I knew that, deep down, he was very worried. That little "sample" I was given, as his father called it, was Kayro's main concern. I knew he was afraid that the soon-to-be king would punish many more slaves like that, or worse, if he didn't marry Victoria. And he really tried not to defy his father's orders, but this lady was making things very difficult—unnecessarily so.

I couldn't, for the life of me, understand why she was acting that way, but the level of concern I had regarding Kayro was extremely high. I knew he was not well. He had started getting dark circles around his gorgeous eyes, his skin was turning paler, almost sickly, and his posture looked like he was defeated by this unexpected twist of fate. I felt horrible, and I really didn't know what to do.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself out of bed and, as much as I didn't like it, I had to make an effort to go to Kayro and start preparing him for the evening. It was important for him to be at his best...or as best as he could be, given the circumstances.

It was very early in the morning, but the castle was more alive than ever. Everyone had a lot of things to do—and so did I.

I had a quick breakfast, a short cool shower, and got ready for the day. After a few deep breaths and a little pep talk, I was determined not to let Kayro down. Whatever it was, I would be there for him.

Silently opening the door to his room, I saw a few strands of hair peeking from his sheets. He must have had another restless night, because his bed was a mess. This scene had been repeating itself almost daily for the past two weeks. Poor Kayro. I wished I could help him somehow and bring back his happy, smiling self.

I carefully approached him, and with a gentle touch on his covered back, I caressed it and said, "Good morning, Kayro." After a couple of seconds, I continued, "It's a beautiful morning. How about we enjoy a cup of coffee together?" I tried to convince him. We often had coffee in the mornings—he really liked the aroma. For me, it wasn't that impressive, but this morning habit was growing on me and I started to really look forward to it.

From beneath the sheets, I could only hear little groans, and that made me giggle. At this point, I no longer had a working mask around Kayro, and I even thought of taking things a little further—if he would let me, of course.

"Come on, sleeping beauty!" I added. "I even brought chocolate cupcakes with raspberry filling. I know you love them with coffee."

"Now that sounds really good," I heard a small voice from underneath all that fabric, and a body started to move.

Slowly but surely, Kayro emerged. He was naked—this being his sleeping attire lately—and I wasn't complaining. He was very good-looking, and he knew it.

While he stretched a little, I went and prepared the bath for a shower and returned to the room to make the bed until he finished washing himself. His sheets were a mess; he sure sweats a lot during the night. I had to change them again. The stress he was going through was a lot—I shouldn't be surprised. The bed was clean by the time he finished and entered the bedroom, already dressed.