Ambrosial

Chapter Six - Creepy Staring in the Morning

Sorry for the late update! (Well, not really late but you get my drift) And to make up for it, I added an extra 200 words with this one -not much but please understand my reasoning. Which includes our pre finals being scheduled next week, and the fact that I have been depressed, moping about the lost file that is my other story -After Time. I can not even start with the devastation I am feeling right now. But, don't worry. Reading Throne of Glass has brought me so much happiness that I told myself to go and study.

Huh, imagine that. I'd actually get my butt up and study.

Miracles do happen.

Anyway, two people have already corrected a spelling of mine (Ilfrit and Lilly). When I first started, I thought that fan fiction was not really writing a story but merely expanding one. And well, maybe my mind hasn't changed about that so I decided to change small details to symbolize the respect that I have concerning the original story and author. Silly, but it's my way. So, if you have a problem with that to the point where you want to pinpoint me and send Karim to kill a sweet little Ifrit (which I doubt he'll do for reasons you may or may not understand ;} ), please either don't read or just get a grip.

And oh yeah, follow me on twitter @ineffablythea because I mostly update when I will probably update this story. So yeah. Not pushing you, though.

Here it is! Have fun!

x.

I woke up startled.

I mean, who wouldn't be if you open your eyes the first thing you see is another pair of eyes, which belongs to your beloved sweet sister, staring back at you? I managed to jump away in fright, making her laugh at me. Actually laughed at me! The traitor! That Edmund fellow must have really influenced her. Hmm... I must have a talk with him soon.

Ha! As if he wouldn't find that suspicious!

Oh, right. I had to remind myself that they are not aware of a certain audience when they are in the middle of professing their endless love for each other and how their love is more than the other.

I was flabbergasted when I was snapped back to reality to the odd pair of eyes still looking back at me, almost teasingly. So, I tried to recall what exactly happened yesterday, when my heart started beating terribly louder than it should have.

Blast! I just let a man take care of me! Sweet, independent me!

I felt the urge to shout and slap at Mr. Ambrose but then my heart startled me when it fluttered and affected my stomach that seemed to be the same as my heart, when the thought of him actually caring for me. So, the walking ice did have a heart after all.

And, he had a heart for me! my inner thoughts squealed that gave me a feeling of both triumph and another one that I tried to push back at the bottom of my head all these months.

Blast that man for making me feel this way!

"Well?"

The voice of my little sister made me realize that I was in fact, not alone in my room that I could day dream all day, as she stared at me. Putting it that way, it was a little bit creepy.

Edmund must have a great influence on her, then!

"Well what, my dear sister?" I asked, trying to act innocent as she slapped my shoulder lightly, and sat down in my bed, in front of me.

"Why did you not tell me that your mysterious lover was the Rikkard Ambrose, and not to mention the fact that he was the same man you had danced with at Lady Metcalf's ball, a while ago?!" she demanded, and I flinched as her voice grew louder at every word –and as if, remembering her manners-to-be, she blushed and apologized, and asked again. Only this time, in a much ladylike way.