CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Unable to eat much with the tension in the dining room as well as his Majesty’s instructions, I quickly finished with breakfast and took my plates back to the kitchen.
“Oh, you didn't have to do that , Mistress. Thank you so much,” says the Moderate girl who was charged with the dishes from the apron she wore which literally had a written “Dishwasher” tag on it.
“It's nothing. But if you insist on thanking me, do so by calling me Tessa. Mistress is weird as fuck, thank you,” I said, winking at her stunned face as I walked away.
As I headed out of the dining room, I tried as much as possible to avoid eye contact with Corbin as I didn't want to be a part of whatever game they were playing. It would be better for me to focus on my problems instead of complicating it further but he didn't have the same mindset as I walked past him, he grabbed my good hand
“I'm sorry for all of this, please don't be mad at me. It's just difficult facing the reality that I'll never have you,” he whispered to me.
“But that was the consequence of him winning the bid, why would you think that anything else was possible? I'm trying to run away from all aliens in whatever level, not jump from one to another so it wouldn't have mattered if you got me. I don't want to do forever with the people oppressing us. So whatever games you are playing, you can stop it immediately,” I replied, my tone hostile.
Regardless of what my heart felt, my mind knew this was the right thing to do. He was simply going to complicate things and I didn't need that.
“Fine. I understand you so much more than you think. I've traveled the world and seen what my people are doing to yours even though we're a part of both sides. You know what? Give me one evening with you before I leave,”
“Why? If you understand me, you should know why I'm insistent on staying away from you and eventually him,”
“I know but I am asking you for a favor. No games, just one evening. My cousin will be going to a meeting tomorrow and he won't be back till the next day. Just come downstairs and I'll take you somewhere. Please,” he begged and as he was talking, a plan began to form in my head.
But it all depended on the outcome of the meeting with his royal majesty.
“I'll think about it. If you see me here after dinner, you can take me with you,” I replied and took my hands away from him, being wary of prying eyes. Somehow I suspected that there would be people spying on me for Xavier right here and I was not going to feed them with fodders to start a fire.
I walked dreadfully, asking for directions to the office he asked me to come to.
“Two doors by your left on the last floor, Mistress. Take the elevator.” the steward directed me and I nodded, too tired to bother correcting him. I read somewhere that Mistresses used to be the secret lovers of married men as well as other non-sexual meanings but I couldn't shake off the meaning each time someone called me that. Besides, I loved my name and it was so easy to pronounce, why then are they hell-bent on the Mistress thing?
The elevator dinged, opening to a beautiful hallway with the ceiling designer beautifully, a huge chandelier in the middle of it. The steward didn't mention that there were several corridors with doors lined up along them.
I was about walking towards the first path on my right when Xavier called me.
“Tessa! In here,” I heard in the opposite direction so I headed there.
I knocked on the door before opening it as I felt foolish for a second. He literally just told me to come.
The office was grand, in simple terms. The colors were a dark shade of gray, with a massive table with three chairs, one where he sat, his presence filling the room and two on the opposite side. His seat was by the large windows that let in more light into the office, the chandeliers and beautiful light bulbs already doing the job well.
I wondered when I'd stop getting mesmerized by their attention to detail and elegance. Or maybe it's my fault for not being used to sights like this, humans were inhibited from a lot of things and I guess we might have also done things like this if given the opportunity.
Files were arranged neatly all over the table, and the air smelt pristine, like it had just been cleaned.
“You wanted to talk to me about something,” I said as I sat in front of him.
“Yes. Here,” he said, dropping a file on my side of the table and I paused a little before picking it up.
“You can read, right?” He asked
“Of course. I finished my twelfth grade with excellent results. I just wish we were allowed to go further like everyone else,” I snapped before opening the file.
My eyes widened.
“What is this?” I asked incredulously.
“You literally just said you can read or is it comprehension you have a problem with? I think they teach that in fifth grade, not university,” he said, an evil smirk on his face.
“Stop bullshiting me, Prince Xavier, this is a marriage contract. I thought we were going to wait till I got pregnant,” I squeaked, feeling claustrophobic. The little window of time I had created for myself last night seemingly drawing to a close
“It is indeed a marriage contract but you need to look at the details, alright? Try it before you knock it off,” he replied with a self-assured smile.
What could be in these papers that would make me willingly agree to be his wife even if it's for a period of time?
I began reading the legal file and with each paragraph, I was getting more shocked, my mind filled with several emotions.
Each time I attempted asking questions, he told me to keep reading until I was done.
When I was done with the two page file, I looked at him in confusion and all I could say was
“Why?”
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