Chapter 13: There’s always a cliche in every trope
Somehow, once I realized that I had nowhere to go, it became easier.
Because it meant I didn't have to think about complicated thoughts, like trying to escape and whatnot. Natha was right—all I had to do now was stay here and recuperate.
Everything needed to be taken step by step.
First, by not think that this place was a prison, since it seemed like I had to live for a while in this tower anyway.
Yes, this was a convalescence home, a big one at that. Let's go with that.
Let's see the bright side. I used to only live in the hospital room. Maybe the whole ward if I was in a good condition. Compared to those days, this place was basically a whole amusement park. No, a museum. Let's think of this place as a museum.
Or, you know, a fantasy section of a comic con—even though I never went to one.
And what should one do when attending such an event?
Of course, we should explore the place!
And then there was that homework from Natha too, about finding out his intention of granting me the contract.
Hmm...I should also look for what being his bride entailed. If he would abide by his promise, I wouldn't have to be one until I fully recovered, but there was nothing wrong with being prepared, right? I mean, mentally.