Ambrosial

Chapter Three - Focus on me

Hi! Here is an update, and before reading I just wanted to ask you all a question. Well, since you all know about the situation of my priorities in writing, and this being only the third one on my list (I am also writing notebook novels, so yeah.) I decided to put a limit in each chapter from now on.

1,000 words every chapter. Is that alright for you guys? I hope you understand my situation for writing several stories at the same damn time. You can check out one of 'em in my other account. So, I would really like to gain answers from you if that limit is alright.

And also, I would like to thank you for all the amazing ideas I have received so far! I would say it right now that some ideas will not be seen here since there are just things that don't fit the characters, and the one I was thinking of so I would like to apologize for that. But, on the other hand, I did pick a few ideas to get some ideas on, and I'm happy to say that I have a quarter of a plot ready to go and be written and that's all thanks to you!

For this chapter, I would like to dedicate it to the people who gave me this idea, which are the very fabulous deathlover48.

And the much sweetness that is mollygreen00101.

Enough chit chat, enjoy this chapter!

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She stirred in her sleep. She also talks, in her sleep. She mumbles about how she hates me, and I find it quite funny.

"I hate that idiot." She said, I couldn't help but find it rather adorable, despite the lack of ladylike manners. I look at her and see a woman –not a girl who is desperate to be swept away by a man of riches and power, along with the ball gowns and jewelry that will come with it. She, like I, works hard for what she earns. She does not need to depend on others, she despises the idea –I have noticed. She stirs again, but this time, her eyes open slowly, as she adjusts and analyze her surroundings.

When her eyes looked at me, she looked shocked as her cheeks glowed red, and quickly sat up –knocking me on the forehead in the process.

"Mr. Linton!" I groaned.

"I-I'm sorry, sir! I didn't mean to! I was just... shocked." She said, as she massaged her forehead. I sighed, and picked the towel that fell when she sat up too quickly, and put it in her forehead.

"W-What are you doing, sir?" I didn't even bother replying, I was afraid to say anything inappropriate at her –and besides, it was a waste of time and effort to state something so obvious. I continued holding the towel to her forehead, as I checked her cheeks for her temperature.

"You're burning." I said, and she shook her head off the towel's touch. I narrowed my eyes at her, as she just glared back. I can almost see the fire in them.

"What do you think you're doing? I don't need your help! I am very capable on my own!" she exclaimed, as I let the towel drop in her lap.

I scoffed. "So that's why you were asking for the afternoon off? Clearly, you are not capable. You are weak, right as of now. Why bother arguing with me?"

"Because you're doing it again! Throwing it in my face that I'm a weakling, like those bloody peacocks with poufy gowns that parades themselves to find a husband to take care of them! I am bloody aware of what I can do." She crossed her arms around her chest and continued to glare at me, as I just thought of how much she despises the thought of being married off. I could almost imagine it, her walking down the aisle in a glorious white dress and smiling at her husband. But then, I imagined the man who she was galloping with at the ball being in that position, and I felt my finger twitch.

"Well, Mr. Linton, you are like those peacocks, as you call them. You are one of them –only a lot more stubborn and irritating. And watch your language." I couldn't help but feel what I felt at the ship –the urge to get her to safety and make sure that she is being taken care of. That sudden pull in my chest to let her live that night, was strong. Even as I was swimming in the bottomless-like ocean, all I could think about was if she was going to live safely. I dismissed the thought, and focused on the lady, that I hoped to be fine, in front of me.

She was flaring with anger as she said, "If this is your way of making me quit, then it's not working. I am going to be your assistant for a long time so just accept it! I am very qualified at the job and I haven't -"

"It's not." I cut her off.

"Not what?"

"It is not a ploy to get you fired from my employment. It's simply called taking care of a person that is ill. Why can't you just face it, Mr. Linton? You are in need of caring, either you're capable or not." I tried to keep my voice as neutral as I could, and calming myself –because I knew the more rage I would push through it, the more hers would reflect. Her gaze softened, as she looked down at her lap. I sighed and took the towel and put it in the hot water that Karim brought earlier – I was more surprised to find it still hot.

"Why do you care?" a voice beside me said shyly. I stared at the towel soaking in the water as I let it register in my mind.

"I don't." I said before I could even ponder the thought in my head. I couldn't stand it. She was asking me a question that I haven't even answered in my mind for months now. For some reason, I couldn't quite decipher the answer –or maybe I was just putting it aside. I have my theories but most of them are unacceptably time-wasting. I took the towel from the bin and put it in her forehead again –but this time, she took the towel from me and held it on her own.

I couldn't bring myself to show my disappointment so I simply walked to my table and decided to do some actual work –which was the only thing that I could do to distract myself from thinking of a poor excuse of a lady that is Lily Linton. She was quiet this time around, I could see her from the side of my vision. She was still holding the towel in her head, and was resting her head on the seat. She must have a headache. So, I wrote a note to one of my employees to get me a glass of water. A few moments later, I was already annoyed at how much time would preparing a glass of water would take, but just as I was writing a new note, there was someone at the door.

"Sir? I have the glass of water you have requested." I let him in and pointed to the one present in my couch. The employee gave it to her, and looked slightly confused of her presence in my office, so I sent him away. He did so without a doubt. I continued with my work after that, but not before hearing a mellifluous voice say, "Thank you, sir."

I sighed. Well, that was enough to lose my focus.

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Also, this might seem so vain but I was thinking that if you guys follow my other account, I might store a very special surprise for all my fellow ilfrits that has been supporting me on this. If you do follow my other account, I would be honored to do one of these options (please message me on my other account to which option you prefer, after following):

a.) a dedication to chapter/s

b.) a short story/poem dedicated to him/her made by yours truly

c.) a photo collab of Lily Linton and Mr. Ambrose.

Cheers again.