Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 88 - Princess Khawla?!

Sebastian respects my time and waits, patiently, till I start speaking. He seems not to be in a rush, although he is eager to know how I have concluded that someone from the Wolves' Fairies tribe is my mother. Well, not someone, but the Queen herself.

Everything is still so confusing in my mind! But Sebastian's presence is always reassuring, and, in no time, I feel the colors coming back to my complexion, after the initial shock of having the confirmation that my mother is a fairy and that my grandma has lied to me for my entire life.

Deep in my soul, I nourished hopes that Susana Beatrice O'Cuinn Jones, also known as my granny, wasn't such a liar as Viktor Bartholy is. She was my everything, and getting to know she has deceived me makes my whole world falls apart.

"Was that the secret between her and the old fox? That my mother wasn't an ordinary human being? Or there are more things that I'm not aware of?"

I feel a cold wave running throughout my spine. I'm afraid of the answers. Or, perhaps, I don't want to know them. It is too hurtful to wake up to the naked reality, far away from the fantasy I have lived my entire life in.

I hide these thoughts to myself, and I start spilling the beans to Sebastian. He deserves to know all the truth, as he is always by my side, caring about my well-being, and protecting me. I don't want him to feel in the same way I'm feeling right now. Betrayed. It's the worst pain ever!

Khawla: I have dreamt of this woman before... Twice.

Sebastian: Because of this, you wanted that book.

It was not a question; it was an affirmative.

Khawla: Yes.

Sebastian: Why haven't you told me this before? Why haven't you told me the reason you wanted that book, Khawla?

I shrug, as this is something without any importance. Well, it was, until I found out that this mysterious lady is my mother.

Khawla: Yesterday morning, when I was in a trance-like state... It was the first time she came to me.

Sebastian is paying close attention to my very words. He is studying my wording, my movements, my body language, and my reactions. He isn't so happy in getting to know I was hiding things from him; however, he keeps a neutral tone of voice, as I'm his object of study right now.

Sebastian: Tell me more about it.

His fierce amber eyes are sunk into mines. He is trying to read my soul, and I'm happy he isn't a mind reader, as I'm already too transparent to him, and there is much more that he needs to know, but not right now. I'm not ready to share them yet. Just yet.

Khawla: Nothing more. I just saw her, sitting on her crystal throne with a white wolf on her left side. Then, you woke me up.

Sebastian nods, repeating my very words to himself to memorize them, as he always does. Then, he enquires with increasing curiosity. It is his researcher's side that is speaking right now.

Sebastian: And in the second time?

I take a deep breath. The dialog is still vivid in my memory and her endless sorrow, that, now, I can understand. The wolves' extinction, having to move to another country, fearing death, and being separated from her daughter when she was just a baby.

Khawla: The second time was last night. Before I woke up and covered you.

I can see a faint smile forming on Sebastian's lips. He is moved by my caring and love.