Visions Of The King (On Hold)

33. Queen Imeeshi

My office was ready in only four days. I was pleasantly surprised by the early inauguration. Fizayer was with me when I sat down on my mahogany chair with a matching massive table. If it was meant for intimidation, it sure worked on me.

I would have asked for a lesser size but I guess there were certain rules to be followed when it came to royal office aesthetic.

I was happy nonetheless. This was my workplace. I was yet to hire an assistant but till then I could have this office all to myself.

Fizayer watched me from a distance.

"What do you think?" I asked him.

"I would christen this table right now if not for the huge workload sitting on my desk."

I blushed.

"I'm glad you approve," I replied and stood up.

He came closer, leaned his hip on the table. I tried to pass through him but he stopped me with his foot. I turned and raised a brow.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I asked.

He shook his head but stayed silent.

I released an exasperated sigh and tried to move out of his hold but he stopped me.

"Fizayer, let me go!" I ordered with a frown.

"No," he hugged me tightly.

I softened and caressed his back, "What happened?"

After a beat of silence, he finally replied, "I feel like this life is going to change you for the worse. And I can't let it happen."

He confessed his worry. I thought about it. Would I change? Would I become cold, greedy or would I become unkind and stiff over time? I didn't think so because I had yet to see these traits in Fizayer and he had lived this life all his life.

Still, I replied haughtily, "If I change, you better love that change in me then."

He straightened, "Is that so?"

I nodded and stepped out of his hold. "And if I change for the worse, you love me even more."

He raised his brow and grinned, "Then it's good that I perform my best under worse conditions."

I bit my lip at the innuendo. "Good. I wouldn't settle for less."

"Yes, my Queen," he bowed exaggeratedly.

We both laughed and kissed softly. I loved playful Fizayer.

***

I was busy with setting up my office to my tastes when the phone rang.

"Wonovus," came the male voice from the other end.

I frowned, "Yes?"

"Master Clue this side."

My eyes grew large. I would never have expected Master Clue to call me by that. How did he even know about this anyway? He didn't work here.

"Master Clue, you don't have to call me that. Imeeshi is just fine."

"Oh! Very well. You summoned me some days earlier. I apologize I couldn't make it then. If the queen is free, I would be happy to assist you in any way today."

I thought about the prophecy. I wanted to resolve it. But it wasn't a pressing issue for me right now.

Master Clue interrupted my train of thought.

"If you would like for me to get an appointment from now on.. then.."

I cut him off. "No, I don't have an assistant. And for you, that wouldn't be necessary. Okay. Meet me in an hour."

I hung up the phone and recalled the prophecy.

Why did fate want me to surrender? And surrender what?

The last vision unceremoniously came to the forefront. My hands clenched. I didn't know what to do about that just yet.

So, I distracted myself with work. Although the upkeep of the house was under house administration.

The file did come to me for the final signature on the regular changes that happened daily. I was kept abreast of all the information which I approved but it was also an unnecessary load of information.

I was lost in my work when a knock interrupted me. I called the person in.

I noticed the prominent bags under his eyes before his tired stride. Master Clue looked like he had gone to hell and came back just in time to attend this meeting.

I stood up, hastily pulled up a chair for him, and offered him some cold water which he chugged in one swallow.

I went back to my chair and waited for him.

"I lost all my treasuries, Imeeshi."

He confessed.

My eyes widened.

"How?"

"So, he hasn't told you. I applied for the curator job here. The rule for it was to voluntarily give up the treasuries."

He paused and looked at me, "It was not an easy decision to make. But I was so ready for the next step of my life."

He paused again.

"I thought I ticked all the boxes for becoming the royal curator. But I guess there were better people than me. And now, I have lost everything. My past and my hope for the future."

I looked at his desolate form and felt pity. Fizayer didn't tell me that Master was applying for any job. But I knew he was a busy man and I couldn't expect him to tell me everything.

"The only thing that remained in my mind was your call. It gave me hope, Imeeshi."

I took a deep breath. I knew where this was going. I knew what I was about to do was going to bring me chaos and disapproval. Still, I was going to do it.

Because Master Clue promised me work when I was at my lowest. It was my turn to show him the same courtesy.

"Master Clue"

"Yes?"

"I can't give you back your treasuries. But if you would like, I can give you a different job than a curator. It is menial and you are overqualified for that but I would like to help you."

He remained silent and nodded after a beat.

"Would you like to be my assistant?"

The reversal of our roles dawned on me just then. I was no scholar or marked but I held much more power than him and on him.

Was this dynamic even going to work?

"Yes!" The Master replied firmly with a smile.

I smiled back tightly.

But I had to make it work now.

I just hoped to God that Fizayer didn't kill me or worse overruled my decision.