Inqueda

chapter 11

Happy Sunday guys, sorry it took me so long to upload, I have a new found higher respect for authors. I would have said merry  Christmas but I hope to upload another chapter or two  before the actual day. Let's keep our fingers crossed.
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I hope you like it

Dress fitting is something I am somewhat familiar with though don't particularly care for. This time is a little different, though I still apply my usual practice of simply going to my happy place, which tends to  vary according to whatever mood I am in at the moment. It never  ceases to amaze my mother.

Though this fitting is a bit different, I keep having different  clothing items thrust at me with a somewhat distracted " try this one" and  " want to see this one too ".  Sigh. Its going to be a long day.

After what seems like forever, she seems to have a pile she is quite satisfied with and with a big smile declares  " done!"
I couldn't help heaving a breath and she just laughs " sorry I know I  can be a handful sometimes, I occasionally do get carried away".
I  gave her a tentative smile in return. It would be difficult to stay angry at her or to not like her, I don't imagine there is anyone who doesn't.

I hurriedly exit the room  before she remembers something else I have to try on. I find Cerball outside on the couch looking at something on his phone ( I hope I get one of those really, I've been so  curious about them and now I might be getting one of my own. Well I hope I get one of my own) I thank him for the clothes and everything else,  he simply waves me away and I hope to my room. I am already feeling a bit tired again. I guess it comes with the territory of having hit my head.

I decide to just rest my head a bit, but when I open my eyes again, the sun is high in the sky, huh, so either I just took a super short nap or I was more tired than I thought. The frog in my throat suggests that I have  been sleeping fr a while, a look at the   clock on the table confirms it. The growling of my stomach gets me off the bed and moving in a heartbeat.

I don't find anyone else in the kitchen, and with the battle going on in my stomach, I don't know if I have the time to find out if anyone else is around and if they want anything ( sorry good manners, you are going to have to hold on for today).
The refrigerator sure is stocked, but I still stick with what seems like the safest options  a chicken salad with some fruits.

Sitting at the dining by myself and not even hearing anyother human noise in the house is just pronouncing how alone I feel right now so I just carry the food to my room.

I don't do much of anything else for the rest of the day, if I don't at least find where the library is soon, I think I might go out of my mind. Where is everyone anyway?

The next morning, my beauty sleep is rudely interrupted by the persistent sound of knocking. I walk to the door and yanked it open, of  course it has to be  Conal. I probably sound more rude than I intended when I snapped " what?" But he didn't say anything. His eyes were running over me and he kept  swallowing like he couldn't quite get the words out, which is probably when my mind  connected and I looked down at myself as realised I was wearing ome of my new night wears. A small short and a top that is almost transparent with a neckline almost to my stomach and lace trimming at the edges.

I slammed the door  and leaned against it trying to just breathe. My face felt hot to the touch and I wouldn't be surprised if I was flushing even to the soles of my feet. I don't think I have ever been so mortified in my life, not even that time at first dinner I was permitted to have to attend with the various district heads present, where I had been so nervous I had spat in the face of the representative of the Fae in my rush to respond to a question.  He of course waved it away but I think I was red for the rest of the evening, I would have retired early but my mother made me stay through it all to teach me a lesson.

I don't think any man has ever seen me in such a level of undress, not even my father. I would never dare wear something so scandalous. But I liked the feel of the sheets when my body moves against it so I decided to sleep in it.

Now I don't even know what to do, but first things first,  I rushed and got a robe to put on over the clothes. I splashed water on my face for good measures and went to see what he wanted.

When I opened the door again, he was still standing there. He seemed so lost in thought that I don't even think he realised I was back. I called his name twice, then he blinked a few times before he focused on me. I just arched one brow and waited . He took a deep breath and went " right, so I came to tell you that you're going to school with me today".

I couldn't help the slight frown  on my face " you sure that's a good idea? I mean wouldn't it be better if I stayed home and try to find something to do with myself here?"

He was already shaking his head even before I was done " it's really not up to me, it's my father's instructions. Besides he believes you would be safer in a school full of humans than isolated here, something about them not being so willing to expose themselves to them and possibly start another mass hunt. The humans still outnumber us you know. Besides do you really think I wouldn't have made the you staying home argument? I don't exactly want to go and have to  babysit someone in school alright."

I couldn't help being stung by the babysitting dig. I don't think it's fair because really, it's not exactly my fault that I'm on the run and have nowhere to go but here. I too am just following instructions. But he'll probably just wave it aside if I said it and I really don't even have the strength to argue, so I just asked " where is your father? I would like to talk to him myself."

He had an almost grimace on his face when he said " that's the thing, he's not here. He left last night. He told me he might have to go under and shouldn't worry if I can't reach him for a while, but to keep doing as instructed until we hear otherwise from him."

Now I'm frowning too " is that normal for  both of you?"
With an almost worried face he said " no. He might sometimes travel on some business, but he usually tells me where he is going and I've always  been able to reach him", and with what I could only describe as an accusatory look in his eyes he added " until you showed up".

It might hurt that he is laying all the blame down squarely at my feet,  but I  can't help thinking he isn't entirely wrong. So with a resigned sigh I ask  " how long till we have to leave for school?"

He turned as if to walk away before answering " be ready in 20 or I'm dragging you out, dressed or not."

I just rolled my eyes and  closed the door to start getting ready. I really don't want to find out if he would make good on his threat.