Chapter 9: Reconsidering My Life Choices
"Ughh, I feel awful, man... Urgh... Blech!"
Besides the room spinning wildly, I’ve stained the floor with a puddle of green vomit containing yesterday’s food and a lot of the wine I drank. The hangover hit harder than the Duke’s fists, and honestly, staying in bed all day seems like a really good idea.
Yeah, just collapse onto this fragrant bed with the feather pillow, forget about the annoying morning activities. Father wanted to put me with a magic tutor, but no way in hell am I going to fall for one of those mages. First, in the original work of Sword of the Iron Maiden, they’re terrible compared to the main cast and barely know any truly good spells.
Maybe it works in comparison to normal people, but how on earth is dealing with royalty considered normal?
"Darius, wake up now!"
Who is bothering me at this hour? The pounding on the door doesn’t stop for a minute, which only reinforces this infernal migraine that feels like a bandana tightening around my forehead.
"Shit..."
With the strength of a stretching mouse, I drag myself out of bed and walk towards the door, turning the doorknob. The person I least expected first thing in the morning, my dear stepmother Leliana, greets me with her ever-present fan covering her disgusted expression and rolls her eyes upon seeing my utterly ruined state.
Good morning to you too, you bitch.
"What have you been up to this time, boy?!"
"What? I haven’t been up to anything, I was just sleeping..."
"You haven’t? Then why is there a group of cooks waiting for you outside, this early in the morning?!"