Blood of Revenge

Chapter 11

Patience was something important if you want a happy life......

I didn't have it.

I waited half of the day for Blayze to return but he didn't bother to show up. I tried going out of my room but every time a maid would come, telling me that they were given orders to not let me out.

So, with having nothing to do, I fell asleep, which was ironic because that's the one thing I try to do least since I sleep like a grizzly bear in hibernation...so, saying that it's hard to wake me up from sleep may be an understatement.

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Something shook me hard.

I couldn't tell what but whatever did, was making me uncomfortable.

"Nnnngg," was my reply.

It shook me harder, making me tune into reality again.

"Nnnnnng!"

I raised my hand to find the source of my uneasiness and ended up touching something hard. I couldn't understand what it was so I traced my fingers until something pointy crossed them.

I pinched it.
Then bent it on both sides.

Hmm, it was flexible.

It was just then when I heard a voice call out to me, "Let. Go. Of. My. Nose!"

I blinked my eyes open and saw Blayze. His eyes shut close, his brows furrowed, his nose in my grip, his bulging vein on the left side of his head visible.

I let go, only to place my whole hand on his face to push him back. "Don't annoy me when I'm asleep."

"Annoy you? You were sleeping on the whole damn bed!"

"Your point?" I asked, shifting my position to let my back face him.

"This Whole place is mine. You can't just take over. Don't misuse your status because, I swear, it will cost you dearly."

"I don't mean to oppose you, my very dear husband, but when you get married, all that belongs to you belongs to your wife, and all that belongs to her belongs to you. So, what's yours is mine and what's mine is yours...... and luckily, I don't have much to offer."

I heard a half sigh, half groan come from behind me, which made me smile.

Then I added, "And also, I move a lot in my sleep, so you better watch out for my kicks."

Satisfied with what I did, I let sleep take over me.

The next day, when I woke up around eight-thirty, I found Blayze's side was empty. I wonder why?

I showered and changed into some nice, decent clothes. I decided to head down and find something to eat when I heard a lot of hustle in the kitchen.

"Get a move on, you useless juveniles; I ain't your chaperone to tell you what to do. You, start frying them eggs and you, start cuttin' fruits for them fruit salad. Get a move on! Ugh, those young bones of yours ain't got them power I used to have when I was your age."

I peeped in, seeing an elderly woman giving order to all the maids in the kitchen. She caught a sight of me from the corner of her eye and rushed towards me.

She had a slightly plump figure with red-grey hair tied in a bun. She cupped my face with both her hands as she studied it. "My, my. You must be them new Mistress, aye. It's been a few decades since this house has had one. Let me have a good look at the damsel in distress whose gonna live a miserable life with that little rabble rouser boy. Well, ain't you a pretty, little thing. Look at them glistenin' eyes of yours. But ain't you a little too skinny, dearie? Don't ya' worry 'bout that, lassie, you'll be a fine lookin', healthy girl when I take good care of you."

"Um, thank you, I guess."

Let's just say, I was confused. Most of the things she said sounded like insults than compliments. But frankly speaking, I had a feeling that I was going to love her.

"I'm Mrs. Wilson, the Head of them maids. But you, dearie, can call me Molly," she turned to the girls and... "What y'all lookin' at with them blank faces. Can't ya' see that the Mistress wants to eat."

I smiled. This woman is my new idol. "Thank you, Molly but please call me by my name, Astrid. Mistress sounds a bit ...... off."

"Whatever you say, dearie. From now your command is as important as that lukewarm boy's is."

She patted my cheek and went off ordering one of the maids to move aside so she could cook for me.

"What do ya' think, dearie. You like?"

"I love." I said through munching the breakfast she had made for me. It was, hands-down, the best food I had ever tasted. It was practically melting in my mouth!

I was enjoying my heavenly breakfast when someone interrupted my peace and ruined it in two seconds.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson, but I need to talk to my wife."