The King's Queen

Chapter 11

Keep safe everyone

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Levi's PoV

"The Queen has changed so much!"

"I never thought that this day would happen but I'm happy where things are going for the royal family."

"It is very suspicious though, the queen changed so quickly. I heard that Jean said that it might be the works of witchcraft!"

I sighed as I overheard the maids gossip while they did their chores. It made me wonder back to the problem at hand. Everyone kept saying that I'm a horrible human being and every decent move I made in the past few days never failed to surprise them.

Last time, I offered to help one of the kitchen staff with carrying the ingredients and they froze like deers in a forest when I came into view. And the maid I spoke to last time looked at me like I had grown two heads when I praised her after she cleaned our room.

Not only that, Eren and Rivaille acted indifferently towards me before. I couldn't help but wonder what exactly happened to me that made me give everyone a cold treatment.

"On second thought..." I recalled the time when Eren found me in his room, he mentioned that that room was not my room. It could have been I have a separate room before and never actually slept together with the king like a normal mated couple.

Maybe if I could have a look at my room, I think I'll be able to discover what happened to me before I was taken by my relatives.

"Relatives," I muttered under my breath as I walked down the halls.

No matter how much I wanted to remember them, I couldn't seem to retrieve any memory, even just a simple name or just distinct facial features. Nothing.

"Hanji!" I called out as Hange came from the end of the halls.

"Your Majesty!" She bowed.

"I was wondering... Can you lead me to my room? My room, not the room with Eren."

"Of course, I think the servants have finished cleaning it."

"Good," I sighed, relieved to hear that.

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"Where is it?" I searched each drawer and cabinet in the room. I expected something... perhaps more from my room but what I get was a regular bland room with awful sheets on the bed.

"What the heck am I looking for?" I stood up and survey the room. Nothing. Just a regular room. Nothing unusual or clues that could help me retrieve my memory loss.

"Mother?" A small voice came from the door.

"Come in, baby." I sat on the bed and decided to take a rest from my fruitless search.

Rivaille peeked at the room before coming in and closing the door behind him. His mismatched-colored eyes widen as he googled the room. "Is this your room mother?"

"Yes, I guess..."

"Ohhh!" The little one said in awe when his eyes landed on the teabox that was sitting on the top of the dresser. I smiled watching him take the stool from the table and witnessing his struggle to climb it. But he managed to get the box. "What a pretty box."