Chapter 67: The traces of one’s beloved (M)
It was so big...
His bed I mean. Like...the one in the tower was big too, but it was a normal big, a queen-size big. But the one in the castle’s bedroom was BIG big. Like I could lie down in whatever position and roll around and all without falling. Like I need to make a journey just to get out of bed.
Also, this one had a canopy, a big one, with curtains in velvet red.
So scandalous.
But it also felt sooo nice. The mattress was perfect, and everything from the sheet to the pillows and blanket had Natha’s scent. Rather, the whole bedroom had his scent.
More than the bedroom in the tower, his manaprints were everywhere; the bed, the huge bathroom, the drawing room, the armrest and the chaise lounge, the small dining table...
His scent and presence lingered everywhere, seeping into every tile and wall through decades of repeated movements.
What felt new was the many potted plants and flowers adorning the room. Some of them seemed to be concentrated on specific places; a corner beneath the small window, the balcony, the armrest near the fireplace, the dining table—it was quite clear why.
I couldn’t hide my blush while stroking the large green leaf of a potted plant beside me while waiting for our dinner. It was the first time I saw another demon since the Lord Hall, and it was the servants serving our dinner. Thankfully, they were the utmost professional—didn’t even look at me and just kept their eyes on the floor.
I was kind of starting to think that all of Natha’s subordinates acted like that.
He asked me if there were things I wanted to change or add here. But honestly, it was already more than I thought. He gave me places in his personal spaces—like that reading corner in his library—and he said he was renovating one of his treasure rooms for my own personal use. I didn’t even know what I would do with that room, so what more could I ask?