Ikemen Revolution: For Crimson Glory

Chapter 6

"You can't blame them for being curious. No one knows what Sir Edgar is having you do as his second," Sean said, lounging back on the perfectly made bed. He and all the others that were under the Jack of Hearts were hovering around me, asking an infinite amount of questions about the allusive and mysterious Edgar Bright...ever since he appointed me as his second.

I buttoned up my uniform shirt with visible annoyance. "I'm basically a glorified secretary, organizing documents, keeping notes about important dates and meetings, and pretending to be him when penning letters that he finds too boring while he sits on the sofa sipping tea."

It wasn't that he didn't work. Soldiers came and went all day long with reports and documents. When he wasn't in his quarters, he was in meetings with Jonah and Lancelot or officials in Central Quarter, on top of training his own troop of soldiers with a warm smile and steel fist. And yet, when we were alone, he turned into a candy gobbling child that enjoyed causing me a headache.

"Aren't you tired? You don't return from your duties until the early morning hours and then turn around and be up at first call at 7 like the rest of us." He was just as intrigued by my new position as the others, but for more reasons. Every day he asked if we'd spoken about my predicament and the answer remained a stern no.

"Tired of his ridiculously idiot game? Yes."

"Aw, that's no way to speak about your adoring superior."

The only slightly peaceful part of my day came crashing down at the presence of the Jack of Hearts. He'd let himself into the room without any warning, apparently a recurring trait of his. I can't exactly complain, outwardly at least.

I rested against the bed to slip on my boots, tugging the laces extra tight while imaging the thin string to be around his neck. The whispers from the hallway not so quiet, nearly bringing a large commotion to the barrack hallway. "I'll assume you're here for business, sir."

"Sean, you will be in Central Quarter today." Edgar gave the order with a hint of edge to his voice. He received a salute and Sean scuttled off to leave us. One quick glance over his shoulder and the rest of the soldiers scattered before those mischievous jade irises were turned on me. "You will be accompanying to patrol the forest. Won't that be fun, Iris?"

"Are you going to insist on calling me that when we're alone?"

"It is your name. Besides, the expressions you make are worth any risk."

I swiped my hat from the rack, settling it on my blonde locks, adjusting it with stiff movements. I made a silent vow to work on how I outwardly reacted to his taunts, if only to irritate him a fraction of how he irritated him.

Outside of his personal unit, the soldiers continued to treat me like an outsider. They glared when they thought none of the ranking officers were watching. They whispered in ear shot of me, insisting on being petty about my sudden rise in position. Only the ones within Edgar's unit had begun to accept me, at least enough to not avoid me during meals and free time.

The leaves crunched beneath his boots, the Jack of Hearts strolling with a spring his step. His good mood almost contagious. It was strange, simultaneously keeping up my guard while also lowering it at times around him. He hadn't broken his word and exposed my secret. "Iris, lost in thought, are we? I do hope it's me on your mind."

Jade irises mischievously reflecting my own clear, blue ones. Edgar's face mere inches.

I took a step back only to hit a tree. The pain dull but grounded me back in reality.

Quick to close the distance, like a wild cat slinking up to its cornered prey, Edgar's grin grew wider. "You make a pretty boy, but I prefer the real Iris." Gloved fingers expertly removing the earring and pocketing it in seconds. "I'll hold onto this until it's time to return."