29
Days went by and everything was back to normal. Petra decided to be my new servant but I hardly treated her as one. She helped me build up myself again and told me everything from the time when Eren and I were exchanging letters.
"I did what?" I gaped at her. We were just relaxing in the sunroom, occupying one of the round tables near the window with tea and cake in front of us. It became a routine every morning after breakfast, we'll eat our desserts here and relax while getting some sun.
"Yes, you were so romantic!" Petra sang. "And you were always excited to see the mailman."
"I don't believe you," I shook my head.
"It's the truth," Petra sang.
I let out a defeated sigh and observed the strawberry blonde Omega in front of me. When she first got here, she slapped me right at the bat. It was a little embarrassing, thankfully Eren was not there or any higher servants. She was so nice after I explained everything to her, of course, while Kenny stopped her from charging at me.
I do feel bad for making her work for me though, she's my friend- that I barely knew. Fuck, that sounds weird. "You know, I can take of myself. I don't need a personal servant."
"That's why I decided to be your servant!" Petra chirps. "I get to hang out with you again, like the old times but with pay!"
"Good for you," I rolled my eyes at her but I can't stop myself from smiling. I hardly remember about her but her presence alone helped me relax. It's a shame that I can't recall the times we have shared.
We heard the news that Hange had returned home but Eren didn't share the details regarding his job with her. Eren also decided that Marco will be the one to undo the curse and retrieve our memories. He reasoned that he can no longer trust Hange to undo it herself. And I trust Eren and his decisions since Hange did mess up at first. She could mess up while she undoes the curse and that's terrifying.
"You okay?" Petra asked when my silence took more than five minutes.
"Ah, yeah," I smiled.
"Shit, this is weird. Mr. Ackerman was right."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm not used to seeing you like this," Petra pointed.
"I... understand..."
We are both silents for a moment, Petra had her eyes on me throughout and it made me feel anxious.
"What?" I finally asked.
"Usually, there is a permanent glare and frown on your face. But now, you looked, how can I say this?" Petra leans back at her chair and crossed her arms over her chest as she scrutinized my entire being.
"W-what?" I asked again, flustered at her stare.
"You look happy."
I didn't expect that. "Is that a good thing?"
"I think so, but only you can truly tell."
"Well," I pondered. I do have more than I could have ever wanted in life, I have a son and an Alpha I adore. I have my uncle now as well as Petra. A palace as my home, clothes, money, and food. Yet still, I can't grasp what's still missing.
"I have an idea!" Petra jumped, making me jolt on my seat. She gave smiled a full smile and her eyes shine with excitement. "Let's go home!"
"Home?" I tilted my head to the side, confused.
"To our town! To your house with your uncle! And let's reenact everything until you remember!"
"That's a good idea but you know that the court mage is working night and day for the cure."
"So? It will be like a little outing! Bring your son with you too!"
"I guess, it's okay but I have to ask Eren first."
"Oh! It looks like a fairy house!" Rivialle cheered and pointed at the brick house surrounded by greenery.
"It actually does," I chuckled as I got off the carriage with Petra trailing behind me. Staring at the house, I can feel a tinge of familiarity at the sight.
Lush green vines crawled up on the brick walls, copper frame windows, red-tiled roofing, and the flowering garden. The well-trimmed dark green hedges fenced around the property giving the house a some privacy.
"Look at that!" Kenny pointed at the vines the moment he got off the carriage. "I just left for a few weeks and those damn vines almost filled the walls."
"I think it looks nice," I commented. Kenny unlocked the door and let us all in.
"Explore around while I'll make tea!" Petra offered and went into the kitchen.
"Sure, but Rivialle," I glanced over to the boy. He was already in the living space, eyes wide as he looked around with Kenny right behind him. I feel a little bad for asking my uncle to look after the boy for while but it seems that Kenny got the memo.
"Hey, Rivaille," Kenny knelt to my son's level. "You wanna know how I make wine?"
"Wine? Like grape juice?" the boy asked.
"Yeah, something like that," taking the boy's hand on his, Kenny guided Rivialle at the back door
I smiled, hearing Rivaille "wows" and "ohhs" from the back. Turning my attention back at the house, I trace my fingertips on each piece of furniture, inhaling the fresh flowers carried by the breeze, and eyeing the little tringkets and decor of the house. But what caught my eye was the tea set inside the displayed on an wooden cabinet. The cabinet was painted on white but was faded due to old age but it still held it's beauty.
I stepped forward and scrutinized the porcelain set. It was white with printed black and white wings on the rip of each cup. I can see myself using it, every day.
"If you're wondering, your room is the last door in the hallway upstairs," Petra mentioned.
"Um, thank you," I nodded at her with a smile and went upstairs. Reaching the hallway, I stared at the door at the end. It was painted in the lightest blue.
With slow steps, I glanced at the pictures on the walls. There were all teacups painted in watercolor. "Yep, this was my home," I chuckled. Wondering what Kenny think when I started decorating the house.
I took a deep breath once I was face to face with the blue door. Turning the knob, I close my eyes and pushed it open.
The door creaked slightly and I dared to open my eyes. "Oh..."
The room had big windows, allowing the light to come in. The walls were painted in the same pale blue as the door. The bed was neatly made and not a single dust on any surface. Could it be that Kenny cleaned it?
Walking towards the desk, I pulled out each drawer and saw a notebook full of random words. Taking a seat on the bed, I scanned through the pages. The first pages were nothing but chicken scratch, I can barely make out the words but as I continue flipping through the pages, the handwriting improved.
"Void, purple, bea-" I squinted at the word. It was written several times that the paper was already thin. I can tell that the particular spot had gone through times with the eraser.
"Beautiful," I finished. That's the word that I've been struggling to remember how it's spelled.
I gasped. Dropping the notebook on the floor.
I slowly looked over my bed, recalling that a stuffed bear had a precious spot on that side. "Not just a bear, a polar bear." I corrected myself. The polar bear was missing but I knew exactly where it was. Did I bring Snowflake with me and gave it to Rivaille? And out of nowhere, a zap of pain hits my head.
"Ah!" I raise both hands on my head, massaging my temples when the pain lingered. "Shit..."
Groaning, I lay on the bed and closed my eyes, wishing for the pain to pass. Taking deep breaths, I calmed my racing heart.
"Calm down, breath in and out," I chanted, my other hand rested on the bracelet charm on my wrist. Uncle said that the charm will gradually help nullify the curse, I guess it does the job now.
I let out a long sigh when the pain finally disappeared. I could lay here for the night, the mattress is soft and the scent on the sheets were calming and nostalgic. Turning my to side to get comfortable for a short nap, I struggle when my cape got caught below me.
"Wait, what?!" I shot up and looked behind me. My eyes could never get wider.
The room glows, it was almost blinding yet pretty. Right at my back, a pair of huge wings lay on the bed. I stared at the appendages in awe, "Whoa."
Reaching for it, I lightly touch the silky wing with caution as if it was a cat ready to scratch me. I kinda felt stupid comparing my wings to a feral cat but this is the first time I saw my wings out in the open.
"No," I whispered. "This is not the first time..."
Throwing my legs over the bed, flashes of images came rushing into my mind followed by an intense headache.
There was a thunderstorm and I'm on a horse. My wings were out, cold rain beating in my body to shivers but when I saw his Titan form, I charge faster.
I grasped the sheets while I steady myself when I felt like everything around me spin. I know that the curse is responsible for the headache, stopping any sort of memory to come back to me.
"Ugh!" I grumbled, almost wanting to beat the shit out of my head. I want to know, I want to remember.
A series of laughter came from the backyard. Just hearing Rivaille and Kenny having fun helped ease up my headache. Wiping my face, I decided to go back downstairs only then I realized that I have my wings out.
"Shit, how do I?" I look over my shoulder and stared at my wings. Should I call Kenny to help me?
While I was pondering on how do I tuck them away, I heard the distant sounds of horses. Deciding to just leave my wings be, I dragged them while I went downstairs.
Eying the window, I saw an extravagant carriage pulled by mighty stallions to the front of the house.
Then the door opened, Jean came out and held the door.
"Eren?" I immediately went to the doorway, smiling at his arrival. "What are you doing here?"
"Levi!" He smiled, white teeth and all. "Whoa! You had your wings out!
I blinked when I noticed that he was looking at me and not at the steps of the carriage.
"Watch out!" I screamed but it was too late. His foot misses the steps and fell face flat on the pavement of my front lawn.
"Rogue!" I froze and claps my mouth with both hands. Rogue... I called Eren Rogue... This situation happened before. My eyes drifted to Jean who was shock at the turn of events and didn't even bother to help the king.
I shook my head and immediately went to him and help him sit up. When Eren raises his head, blood started to ooze out from his nose and his beautiful green eyes were glassy with unshed tears. But the smile didn't leave his lips.
"Levi! Marco did it! I remember you! I remembered everything!" He said cheerfully, his arms wrapped around me and pulled me in his embrace.
I can feel relief washed over my system of the news, but.
I straightened, pulling the handkerchief in my pocket and wipe the blood off his nose. "That's nice Eren but, shit! You're hurt! Tilt your head!"
"What is happening?" Rivaille asked, his mismatched eyes squinted at his parents on the front lawn. Confused.
I chuckled as I adjusted my hold on the boy. "They're reenacting their first meeting," I briefly explained to the child.
"Omg!" Petra squealed next to me. "I can't believe that I got a chance to witness the epic 'first meeting'!"
I smiled at my nephew as he fussed over the king, not caring that they're sitting on the pavement or that they are royalties that needed to act formally. What was presented before us was two people who truly loved each other that a heavy curse can't even break.
I may have failed to protect Levi but I knew that brooding over it won't help. The past is behind us, but the lesson it had will be forever learned to guide us all in the future.
"Can we make juice now?" Rivaille turned to me.
"Sure, brat."
