Chapter 210: Bad Mood
Nora woke up with a cloud of irritation hanging over her head, as she banged the doors of the wardrobe. If someone could read auras, they would only be able to see her surrounded by blackness. The disconcerting images still flashed vividly in her mind—the mysterious man, the way he seemed to loom over her as he possessively whispered words of possession in her ears.
Dam* it! She was sick and tired of the dreams and the way they made her feel. Pulling out a random dress, she walked out and dressed haphazardly. Today, she needed to throw a tantrum so that she would be able to go out and explore the city. But even as she thought of escaping repeatedly, she felt a blank. Because she had no idea where she would go.
She had some money since she was generously given an allowance to run her ’household’ every month. But what she needed to do to navigate in the normal world were her memories. As she stood in front of the mirror and hesitated, a voice echoed in her mind, "You can do it, kitten."
She stilled. The gardener! The voice that had been torturing her dreams was too much like the gardener who had come yesterday.
That realization made her frown. No. She was pretty sure that she had never me met that person in the past. Maybe it was because he was the last person she had met before she fell asleep so she was confusing his voice with the one in her dreams...
Since she had no idea what she would do once she was out in the city, she decided that she would work on solving this mystery for now and the immediate problem of the octopus-like Calendar man.
Luckily for her, the solution to both her problems was one person at this moment. The gardener. According to Dora, she had to go to the Queen’s gardens and there find the path that led to the trellis and the maze.
As she walked into the gardens, she looked around in amazement at the beautiful lush green bushes and the colourful flowers. Following Dora’s instructions, Nora navigated the twisting paths and realized that while everything was beautiful, it also seemed to have some sort of a calming effect.
However, that effect was soon broken by something or rather someone, whom she spotted in the distance. Somehow, she knew that the person she had been looking for was this one. She stopped a little distance away, captivated by the scene.
He was engrossed in his work, the rhythmic sound of digging filling the air. The sunlight played on his shirtless back, revealing a physique that held an unexpected allure. She stood rooted to the ground as she watched his muscles move rhythmically. The play of muscles beneath his skin, the sheen of sweat glistening in the sunlight—she couldn’t help but marvel at the unexpected beauty of the scene.
Her eyes traced the perfect back. Even marred with two rather ugly scars, it was perfection incarnate. In fact those seemed to add to the beauty of him. She felt the need to trace the scars, wondering what it was that had caused them.