Kingdoms In Ruling <Jamilton>

Chapter Fourteen..."Rough Night?"/

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\Thomas POV/

I woke up against the feeling of hard wood and instantly groaned. I opened my eyes to find the little gremlin and say a word or two, when I looked to see him with his head resting on his arms at his desk, snoring softly. It seems to appear that I had kicked myself out of his bed. Funny.

I sat up and stretched my aching limbs, muttering about the ink stains littering the floor. Thankfully I didn't hurt too much, as Hamilton had left the pillow and blanket on the ground, which I landed on, thankfully.

Then, something caught my eye. I leaned down to get a closer look and saw a bundle of cloth thrown under the bed, as if in a rush to hide it. Oh, this'll be good.

I carefully reached under, the floor creaking slightly with my weight, and pulled it out to examine it carefully. Whatever it was, it was kinda light. It was long, too, as I felt along two limbs sticking out of it. It was wrapped in a dirty green blood-stained cloth; the man sure loved his green. Fuckin leprechaun, he is.

I snorted at the thought of him with bright red hair and a beard, dressed in bright green clothes, towering over a pile of gold and a rainbow behind him, carefully unwrapping the small bundle. I couldn't conceal the soft gasp that left my lips even if I wanted to.

Oh, it was absolutely beautiful.

I didn't quite expect to see a wooden mask, of all things Hamilton could hide, especially with it being a hare. The wood was beautifully polished and the details defined so well, my fingers running across it smoothly.

Suddenly, it was ripped from my hands.

"What are you doing?" I looked behind to see the gremlin himself hurriedly wrapping the mask back up, eyes down, cheeks flushed.

"Did you make that?" I wondered, ignoring his question.

He huffed. "No- no, of course not. Burr did- that's actually none of your concern! What were you doing snooping around my room?"

I smirked lazily up at him, leaning my back against the wooden frame of his bed. "What, did you really think that me living with you made this relationship between us a truce? I don't think so, darlin'."

Hamilton growled lowly, which might've seemed intimidating to anyone else, but it was almost cute. He carefully placed the mask under his bed and retreated back to his desk, slumping into the chair.

"Rough night?"

"Why do you care?" Hamilton snarled back, fingers rubbing at his temples. He huffed softly before tying his hair up with a dirty blue ribbon laying on his desk, the strands he missed framing his face. The sun then began to fully rise as the streams of light filled the room, softly tracing the man's figure. The lines between his eyebrows ceased as he looked out the window, the light making his eyes sparkle.

Oh, no.

"What are you staring at, asshat?" Hamilton then muttered, knocking me from my thoughts. I glared at the insult before my curiosity took over.

"What's the mask for?" I tried to make my tone sound light and easy, but judging by his facial expression, it must've been snarky and demanding.

"None of your fucking buisness." He then got up, grabbed a cloak draped across his chair, and swiftly made his exit.

If only I stopped him, then maybe this wouldn't've had happened.

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\Maria POV/