Running With The Wolves (Gregory Violet x Reader)

Chapter II: Table Manners

Few days passed and you were starting to suspect that it wasn't a dream. „Does it has something to do with the gypsy? Was this really deepest desire of my heart? Well, at least back then, when I met gypsy, I was pretty excited about it".

— Her majesty wants to see you, — You didn't notice when did Phipps and Grey approach you.

— Oh, so you two can be sneaky when you want to. I was expecting more dramatic entrance. — You've raised eyebrow, — Alright, lead me, I'm still getting lost here.

Phipps went ahead, with little chicken on his shoulder. „Is that why did they avoid dramatic entrance, huh?"

— Hey, what is he thinking, it's gonna poop on his shoulder in front of queen. — You whispered.

Grey just shrugged.

— I do not know. I do not like that chicken, to be honest, it brings back bad memory. It looks tasty, though. — He licked his lips and you couldn't help but think that it was sexy.

— Do you know why is she calling me? To hear another story about future?

— No, her majesty has an assignment for you.

— Assignment? What kind of assignment?

Grey shrugged again.

— Good morning my dear! I have an assignment for you. You will go to the Weston College, observe my watch dog and tell me about his movements.

— Wait a second... Aren't there only boys? Also there's not a place for the commoner like me, I don't even have good table manners, not to mention that I'm too old for that! (Yeah, you're young adult in this story, around Grey's age. Deal with it https://media.giphy.com/media/Z333PmXQ3pQHu/giphy.gif ).

— Are you talking back to the queen? — Victoria raised her eyebrow.

— Of course, not! It's just that I'm surprised by a sudden assignment, I didn't really show much of a skills.

— You're from the future after all, I suppose you will be able to handle it. Also, with your attitude you will easily blend in with boys. Do not worry about your status, I'll take care of it, as well as finding a place in the college for you. You look quite young to me, we just need someone to teach you table manners before you'll go.

Grey looked at her with a puppy dog eyes. Seems like he didn't want to miss the chance of spending more time at the table.

— Earl Grey will do it, — The queen said, noticing it and not wanting to hurt his feelings.

Grey's eyes started to sparkle.

— We're starting from now! Eating Learning is important, we shouldn't waste a time! — He exclaimed and a huge spoon appeared in his hand out of nowhere.

„Really queen? Really? How is this gluttonous drop of tea going to teach me manners, he doesn't seem to have any..."

You mentally facepalmed as Grey grabbed your hand and dragged you towards table.

— No, you're doing it wrong. Let's start again. — He said after one hour.

— Seriously? You weren't even looking at me! We already ate too much...

— Ha! How foolish! Food is never too much.

— It's easy for you to say, but my corset is killing me.

— You know what? If something isn't letting you eat, you should get rid of it, — He swiftly moved his rapier and your corset was loosened before you could react.

— W–What are you doing?! — You said, blushing, — If someone will see us, they'll get the wrong idea... overall whoever will see my dress, will get weird ideas, thanks to you.

— Talk less, eat more, — He scowled.

Situation wasn't getting any better after several minutes.

— Wrong... Wrong... your manners are terrible. We need more food... I mean, more repetition.

— YES MY MANNERS ARE TERRIBLE BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT TEACHING ME AN ACTUAL SHIT, ALL YOU DO IS EAT! — You exploded, throwing food at him, which he caught with mouth.

— Hey, you can yell as much as you want but don't you dare wasting food, — He growled, throwing food at you, — At least use less delicious ones!

After few more minutes whole room and you were covered in food, only clean spot was earl, because he was dodging every attack.

— Ha! I won! I hope I at least taught you that you shouldn't throw stuff if you're not good at dodging. — He smirked, moving hand to get the last piece of food on the table, but it was already gone.

— Haha, who won now? — You asked, stuffing the food into your mouth.

— Hey! That was supposed to be my reward! Give it back!

— O? O ou a e o i i ou? (How? Do you want me to spit it out?) — You've asked with a full mouth.

He started walking towards you and grabbed your jaw roughly, then smashed his lips onto yours to steal food. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, playing with his hair. He moved away, trying to hide blush, his eyes were as wide as the plates which he finished so mercilessly.

— I won, again.

— No, you didn't. You've failed as the tutor.

— I hadn't finished yet! I'll go, request more food. Wait here.

— Oh my. You can't be serious!