Olivia Durant x Edward Richtofen

Chapter XI

Olivia's pov:
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Edward and I stood up, while leaning against the counter from behind. I looked out in the country and saw the marvelous view, how the grass was perfectly, flawless green, trees that stand at each lonely area in the field, a big forest far off, and mountains that were grand, reaching to the sky. There were other houses that were away from this house. Everything was all so familiar, like my home in France.
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Flashback:
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I was young, at least around 9. My mother stayed at home, while my father worked as an archeologist in arts. My mom used to work as one just like my father, they both met at a very young age and worked together for years, but since she was pregnant with me, she wanted to be the doting mother and retired to take care of me. We lived in rural France, specifically Jura, in the Franche-Comté. It was a peaceful area and our house wasn't too far from the village and everyday, my mother and I would walk to the village to get the food we needed for when my father would return from work. He usually comes in early, but if there was something big going on, either he come home late or he travels, and would return for a few days. My mother was catholic and she vowed that after I was born, I would go to church with her every Sunday and start believing in God. That was honestly the only request that she strictly spoke to me years ago, that whenever I travel or when I would soon to bear children that I would keep having faith in the Lord and going to church every Sunday or whenever there was a holiday to celebrate. I agreed on her promise, even though she would talk to me in such a serious way, she was that down-to-earth mother and a caring person that wants what's best for her child, and I understood her in every aspect. But even then, what would she still think of me, falling for a German doctor like Edward. My parents, during the First World War when I was 19, they strictly forbid me to even fall or to even marry a German shoulder or a German man in general, and told me that they were sworn enemies, to their only desire of wanting to conquer or even kill people that are deemed unworthy or just in the name of their motherland. I took this seriously, and vowed to them to never even fall of a German, and I promise them to fight them, if it even cost me my life.
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Now that I broke their promise, fear dread upon me and I gulp.
"Are you alright?" Edward spoke. I nodded.
"Yeah. I'll be fine." I replied, I shook the fear off of me, telling myself that there was no way my parents would shame me to even breaking their promise, but even if they were alive, what would've happened then? The situation would've been far worse and I could only imagine that they would go far as to disowning me, to the point that they would erase me from their memory, trying their hardest to forget about me. I shook of the thought. "They would never do that. Ever," I told myself, "You know this Olivia. You know this." I sighed and set the cup down. I didn't care what my parent think of me. There was no way my parents could hate me. Now that there in a much better place with God, I'm sure that they would understand my unconditional love for Edward. Even if he was German, he's not like those cruel monsters that thirst for blood of the innocents. He would never have the desire to kill anyone. I grabbed his hand and spoke to him saying, "Why don't we go somewhere quite. And not in our rooms. Isn't there a library here?" Edward then smiles, almost cocky and devilish, but in a good way. My face flushed a little and my heart skipped a beat.
"Your reading my mind, liebling. Of course. Come." He spoke, taking my hand and we both walked out of the kitchen, down the hall, and in the second door, Edward turned the handle, opening it and it revealed a small but luxurious library. There was a fireplace and brown couches, and a long coffee table across the long, velvet couch. It looked soft and comfortable, blankets were also stacked on the long couch. There was a long window on each side and a a big window with a cushion with small pillows, and on the right was a big writing desk with a black feather quill and ink that was sealed, with some of the unused paper and envelopes. Of course it wouldn't be a library without the hundreds and thousands of books that were neatly stuffed into the shelves. Each of the shelves were placed next to the fire place and away from it. It was small, but incredible, nevertheless.
"I never expected that Maxis even has a library. I though he was bluffing." Edward spoke. I scoffed, lightly pushing Edward.
"That's so low of you." I jokingly called out. He chuckled.
"What? I'm serious. I thought he was just showing off."
"That just so vial of you. You honestly think he was showing off to you." I giggled as I sat on the long couch. Just as I suspected, it was comfortable, but, it was too comfortable, too soft, that I instantly became sleepy. I then heard a low sound of a chuckle coming from Edward's throat.
"Looks like someone is about to pass out." Edward smirks down at me, like he was full of dominance. I growled, while smirking.
"Oh shut it you and come here so you can feel what I'm feeling right now." I pat to my left. Edward sits and then nods.
"This is fairly comfortable. I must say." He spoke.
"I can't even get up now."
"Aw. You lazy?"
"I am not." I punch him lightly in the shoulder, as Edward laughs.
"I'm just playing with you." I finishes his laughter and pulls a long, black and soft blanket. I moaned in comfort, as we both descend downwards, sinking into the cushion. It then donged on me that I should undress myself, but not to the point of revealing skin. I undress myself, taking off my jacket and shirt especially my pants. Edward cocks an eyebrow, looking at me cooling.
"Oh. What's happening now? Are things going to get heated up in here?" He asks. I scoffed again, roiling my eyes.
"Oh shut up. We are not having sex." I responded.
"Your face says otherwise."
"I mean not yet."
"Not yet you say?"
"Oh my god! Just shut it. We are not doing it here."
"You know I'm just teasing you." Edward chuckles as he too undressed. Except for his collard shirt.
"Oh whatever." I groaned, as we both descended back down again, this time, getting more comfortable. The fire burned, hearing the crackle of the wood and the smell of the wood that was giving. It was very relaxing.
"You know. When I was 5, I would often come to the library outside of my home whenever I wanted to. It was my relaxation zone."
"Where your parents strict?"
"Sometimes. Mainly it was my father. He's...not the greatest person in my opinion, but I don't blame him."
"What do you mean?" I leaned up, facing him with decent concern for him.
"I had a sister, and usually I would often break her dolls or just mess with her, but that resulted in my father...punishing me by hitting me or throwing me out of the house, or either locking me in my room for the day." My eyes fluttering and I was dumbfounded, shocked to say the least.
"That's so horrible."
"Yeah, but I deserved it." I shook my head.
"Sure you may have gotten punished, but not in that way. He should've never done those things to you."
"Well that's just how he was all the time. My mother would usually save me in some occasions usually standing up for me when things go too far. Then it would lead into long and painful arguments that I was surprised they're still together. All because of me." He muttered the last part. I genuinely felt bad. I laid on his chest, almost hugging him.
"I'm so sorry." I mummer softly.
"It's alright. It's how I lived by their house. Dr. Maxis is like a father to me. After my parents died. We both met at my university in Germany and we would then later travel to France to uncover mysteries. We have gotten along well. Too well, to the point that he views me as his son."
"That's good." I sighed in relief, glad now that he at least had a father who loved him and cared for him, not a father that would punish his own son with an act of violence and abuse. How could his father do that to his own son, Edward? Does he even regret for what he did to him? Shame? I would never forgive him for such cruelty. I started yawning and started to get sleepy. The atmosphere of the library was so relaxing that I started to get really comfortable and tired. And I began to fall in slumber.