Chapter 7

Obsession

The next few days I passed in a weird mood that consisted of indifference and desperation, which was a strange combination. I simply didn't know how to feel, nothing ever satisfied or comforted me. It was not really that I couldn't care less, it was just that everything seemed less important since the mysterious guy started to act gorgeous and annoying at me. I felt restless. Somehow I needed to see him again. I spent my day lurking over the hedges, waiting for him to cross my path again, but he never was there. Why, in the name of the spirits, was nobody ever polite enough to introduce himself?! Not that I was any better, I hadn't say my name either, but at least I asked his and he was rude enough not to tell me. But the most annoying thing about him was that he just wouldn't stop haunting my mind. He was always there, with his tall and muscular body, his long black hair and the painfully looking scar he tried to hide behind it. I should go back to the bower, and if he was there too, I should smack his face for haunting me.

But he wasn't there. Neither was he the next day. I wondered where he hid, not to be found by a focussed voyeur like me. It was strange to think about how many people weren't him. He had to get out of my head, no matter what it should take. It felt so strange that most of my daydreams of him weren't about smashing his face with a large and heavy object. They were about him smiling at me, him hugging me, and even one day it was about us kissing each other. And the strangest part was that I liked that one the most, and I loathed myself for it. At that point I decided to focus on my work as a gardener, which yielded it's fruit. One day Mr. Lawnmower even came to ask me if I could stay this afternoon to help with the preparation of some feast.

'I assume I don't have any good reason not to.'

He promised to pay me five copper coins an hour, which was quite much in my view.

'You should go to the dining-hall, some lady will give you more instructions.'

That sounded challenging; time to throw a royal feast.


Short chapter, yet quite important.

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Still don't own ATLA -.-