Visions Of The King (On Hold)

14. Imeeshi

Last night was full of revelations. The vision that we shared was more intimate than the actual act somehow.

When I looked up I found him staring at me in awe. The feeling was mutual. But our precious moment was quickly shattered by a knock on the door. We hastily threw the robes on. I went to the bathroom and took a shower while Fizayer answered the door.

I roamed around. Opened some drawers and cabinets just to pass the time. Delayed the start of the new but unfamiliar day. What was I going to do as a presumptuous queen since apart from the royal family, no one else knew that I existed?

Except Master Clue! He must have found my replacement by now. It had been days since I left my hometown. It felt like ages to me. I sighed. Giving my old life a mental goodbye, I opened the door and hoped that the new world would go a little easy on me.

I came to a halt when I saw Fizayer pacing furiously while Calmone waited patiently. He looked at me and inclined his head. I did too, awkwardly. I still didn't know how to respond to that. Was he going to keep doing that? I hoped not.

I clicked the door shut. Fizayer stopped abruptly and looked at me. His eyes were blazing but I knew it wasn't meant for me. Still, I swallowed and waited.

"Imeeshi, I need to go to an urgent meeting. I was looking forward to spending this day with you but duty calls," he said urgently.

He walked toward me and said softly, "Don't feel intimidated by this house and the people. They just know what they are doing. But I'm positive you'll learn all these formalities in no time."

I nodded and felt relieved.

"Calmone is going with me. My mother will show you around. Ask her whatever you feel like. I need you to go easy on yourself. Okay?"

I nodded again. "And I also need you to think about me and last night because we'll be doing that quite a lot from now on," he added playfully.

I chuckled and my mood instantly brightened. Playful Fizayer was a big turn-on.

"I guess I can take out some time to revisit our last night activities. But you focus on your work." I teased him.

He turned serious again, "I will. I won't let anything happen to you."

He then kissed me and whispered, "Miss me, my aqeruh."

With that, he turned and hurried out.

I stared at the closed door for a few more minutes before sitting on our messed-up bed and wondered what had I gotten myself into. There was a knock at the door and I raised my brow.

Ordering the person to enter, I stood and waited nervously. A young woman in staff attire came inside with a bunch of concealed clothes on the hanger.

She looked at me for a second and said, "I'm Sym, head maid of the royal place. The former queen has sent clothes for you. If you don't mind, can I take your measurements?"

I nodded my assent and she came forward with a small smart device. She roamed it over my body and it beeped here and there. My last measurement was taken the old-fashioned way but this was fine too, I guess. In a matter of seconds and with no touching involved, it was all done and she left me with the clothes.

I unzipped the first one and wore the light printed green blouse with a plain, long green pencil skirt. Walking to the bedside mirror, I looked at myself in the expensive clothes and felt a little bit intimidated already.

After two knocks and ten pairs of heels later, I slowly ate the ridiculously tasty breakfast sent by the queen. I selected the black heel and dismissed the hairstylist who bombarded me with praises the moment she came inside.