Chapter 14
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Anya easily dodged Arin's attempts to speak with her one-on-one. She followed the nurse who was taking care of Luthor and stayed in Luthor's recovery room for about a day. He was improving tremendously due to Anya's successful work of blowing frost on his wound.
Unfortunately, Luthor's room did not contain a bathroom but there was a bathroom two suites away from the room. Silently, she crept out of the room, careful not to wake him up. She hasn't had a change of clothes yet but managed to get rid of the outskirt of her dress.
As far as Anya knew this palace was alien to her since she had only spent a short time confined in one area. That area must have been King Arin's wing which must be far away from where Anya was. But then Anya realized that she knew the bathroom was two suites away but not the exact location and therefore, she became lost. She placed her palm on the brick wall and felt the earth beneath her fingertips. She was about to cast her X-Ray spell before she was interrupted.
"What are you doing?"
Anastasia clasped her palms together and straightened her posture almost instantly, "Nothing that concerns you, Chris."
"Since when did you speak so formally?" Chris tilted his head but Anastasia continued to march forward.
"Once again, Chris, that does not concern you," she responded.
"If you're looking for the bathroom, you're going in the wrong direction," he shrugged and Anastasia stopped curiously.
"Oh, really? I thought I saw a sign the other day that indicated that the restroom was right over here," she folded her arms across her chest but she knew she was most likely wrong.
"Precisely, but you took a wrong turn."
"Then may you give me the correct directions?"
"Yeah, when you reach that hallway turn right and keep going straight until you reach this intersection and the door right in front of you will be the 'restroom'," his voice held a hint of tease. "How old are you?"
"I am sixteen but I suppose you already knew because my house had sent information about my return one week prior to today," Anya bowed politely and left quickly.
She followed his indications until she reached the rather large door. She opened the door and regretted it. This was no bathroom but Arin's suite room. How did she know? Arin was laying on the bed, his shirt torn open with Dalinda directly on top of him. The thirteen-year-old Anastasia in her head gagged and made snappy remarks.
"Forgive me. It seems that I have been misinformed about the whereabouts of where I wish to be," Anya nodded in acknowledgment and took a step back.
"Wait, please, don't-" Arin scrambled to his feet but Anya shut the door already and started off. She shuddered in disgust.
"May Khione never allow my eyes to be cursed once more," she silently prayed. Anya had learned that the dragon race only worshipped goddesses- Khione is the Goddess of water and ice.
She continued walking but the click of a door opening and a hand lightly curling around her shoulder stopped her. Arin's hand on her shoulder caused electrifying lightning to burst inside of her but she shrugged it off. She knew too well that this was only because of a meaningless bond.
"King Arin, please refrain from touching me," Anya politely but distantly said. She observed his flustered state. His hair was messy, his lips pink and a bit swollen, and lastly, he had a new shirt on.
Apparently, Arin had noticed her observing him and quickly said, "You've misunderstood what you saw. I'm sorry, Anya if I hurt you but let me explain."
"On the contrary, King Arin, you have no reason to explain anything to me. After all, we are nothing to each other. You may be with Dalinda," Anya strongly put with a tiny voice in her head saying, I'll be gone soon.
Arin frowned and looked at her closely, "Anya, Dalinda shoved herself on top of me and I couldn't stop her because she kept pinning me down. She's gone crazy over the years and Chris and I don't know how-"
She put out her hand, signaling him to stop, "Stop explaining to me. I have already told you that you don't need to explain anything to me. Aside from that, start referring to me as Anastasia. I've grown out of, Anya."
Arin's jaw opened as he was to talk but Luthor's nurse came running towards them. Bowing respectfully to both of them she said, "My Kinng, my Queen, the young man has woken up."
"Luthor?" Anya asked to which the nurse nodded. "Lead me back to his room."
Just like that, they left King Arin in the dust. The nurse was right. Luthor had woken up and was lazily lounging on the couch right outside his recovery room.
"Took you long enough," he yawned. Anya slapped the top of his head. "OW."
"You gave me quite the fright. Never get shot by an arrow again," Anya sternly.
He rolled his eyes, "Yes, Anya, because it was totally my fault that an arrow struck me."
She folded her arms and laughed, "You never learn, do you?"
"Not at all little sister," he grinned. "So...When are we going to leave that recovery room?"
The nurse checked his injury which was completely healed and determined that he was full-healed and no longer needed Medical Care. This now left them roomless and stranded. Crickets chirped in the air until Arin approached them with long strides.
"Anastasia, follow me to your suite," Arin said.
"King Arin, does my suite happen to be yours?" she rose her eyebrows.
"No...but your suite does connect to mine," he adds as if that would make things better.
"Where will Luthor stay?"
"In the E Wing."
"Where's that?"
"You see, our suites already makeup up the royal Wing and the E Wing is right beside our Wing," Arin explained.
"And there are no other accommodations?"
"None."
"Very well."
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