Chapter 3:
Max's Game Strong.
MEDUSA'S P.O.V
She still wasn't talking to her mother. What was the point? She had chosen to ignore her pleas and no doubt would continue doing so.
Groaning, she lightly massaged her temples, thinking about what was to come for her in a months time. Everybody had already started preparing for the Royal Wedding regardless of what Medusa felt about it. She sighed and lay her head on her folded arms, looking around at her room. To her, it was the most beautiful room ever.
It had a huge bed in the center and a painted ceiling, there was a french window beside the bed with a view of the garden so her room always smelled like summer.
She didn't want to leave any of this. Ever.
There was a light knock on the door, "Medusa?"
"Come in."
The door opened and Maximus, Black Bolt's brother, walked in like he owned the place. His brother and him both had a way of doing that.
"Except Blackagar's presence never seemed like one that intruded." Medusa thought.
"Maximus. Hello." She straightened up and started brushing her hair, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
He bowed, grinning, "Just the pleasure that I get whence I look at your face, my Queen."
She glared at him and got up, "Did you need something? And don't call me that."
"Just wanted to congratulate a friend on her wedding. So, congratulations." "Thank you." Medusa said stiffly, "Anything else?"
Maximus had taken to exploring her room and touching things. Her eye twitched and she pursed her lips. She wished he would stop but asking him to do so would be considered rude and impolite. Sometimes being one of noble birth truly sucked.
As if reading her thoughts, Maximus turned towards her with an infuriating grin on his face, "He hasn't even visited yet, has he?"
I can't believe I would have taken him over Blackagar.
"No, he has not." Medusa admitted, crossing her arms across her chest, "What of it?"
"Oh, nothing. Just that.. It would imply that he simply doesn't care whether you marry him or not, wouldn't it?"
Must he end every statement with a question!
She sighed, "I don't know. Would it?" She rubbed her head, feeling dizzy and flopped down onto her bed, "Could you leave? I am not feeling so well." She mumbled.
Maximus looked at her with some concern, "How do you feel?"
"Sick. Just sick." He went over to the table beside the bed and poured her a glass of water from the pitcher. He walked over to her and handed her the water, "Here."
Satisfied that she had finished the contents of the glass, he helped her lay on the bed and smoothed back her hair, "I will inform your maid of this." He told her before getting up and leaving her room.
Maximus did as he said because moments later her maidservant rushed into the room, fussing over her.
Medusa took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Maximus was there, but where was the man she was supposed to marry?
