Chapter 109: King of the underwold...
Selene POV
After I finished with Conrad, with the purse firmly clenched in my hands, I walked down the hall towards the quarters where Kurtis was staying. As I passed by a group of maids huddled in one corner, their voices floated to me.
"It’ll be the full blood moon soon, at least that’s what the Priestess said and it’ll happen maybe three days from today, do you think it’ll be the end of the world this time around? The last time the Full Blood Moon was seen, a lot of tragic things ended up happening," one of the maids said.
"I hope not," the other cried "I still have a lot to do. I am yet to get married; I haven’t even fallen in love yet and we’re still stuck with a lot of duties. But are you sure that the world will end?"
"I don’t know," the third one sighed "But either way, I’ll be glad that I’ll finally meet with my parents and.." she trailed off as our gaze met and she lowered her head, bowing with respect. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty," she mumbled. Her friends by this time have all recovered and they all copied her movements.
I gave them a slight nod, acknowledging their greeting before moving on. Whether the world would end on that day or not, it was going to be the day of my liberation for both I and the girls. I started humming a tone until I got to the space where Noah had given Kurtis to set up a mini office for the duration of this journey.
I knocked thrice and then ushered myself into the room. When I entered, Kurtis was lying on the sofa in the room, eyes closed and a hand thrown over his face. You could see pure exhaustion on his face as he snored gently. Instinctively, I removed my phone from my pockets and took several snapshots of him sleeping, giggling at how devasted he’d look when I showed him later.
I walked around the office smoothly trying not to make any noise. Even now, Kurtis was still a neat freak as he was back then. When the moon priestess died and he had to take care of me in those few months before Noah came, we used to clash a lot. He was a neat picker and I was neat too but not as extreme as he was.
Right now, on the big mahogany desk, all the pens are arranged according to the sizes, types and at specific angles. His desk was so neat that you’d think nothing could be done on it and the table was bare except for the pen holder and the computer on it. He loved his space.