Edward’s point of view.
I kept tossing and turning in my bed since the smell of burnt food wouldn’t let me sleep, I sprang out of bed and angrily dashed out my room.
It’s been a very tiring night for me, His Majesty made me patrol the east borders till 5am as part of my punishment for taking Ara to the seer’s lair.
And right now that I was finally trying to catch some sleep, the royal chefs wouldn’t let me -their burnt food’s smell has taken over my room.
“What the hell are you cooking, Wayne? Do you wanna…” I choked on my words and halted abruptly.
My legs stayed rooted in their spots at the sight of someone whom I least expected to see in the kitchen, in fact, I would never, even in my wildest dreams imagine he’d be here.
“Y-your Majesty?” I stuttered.
Am I seeing things? Or could it be I’m imagining Wayne being His Majesty because I’m mad at him for making patrol the east borders?.
But my doubts were cleared when His Majesty turned around to face me, there’s a white apron hanging around his neck, he held a spatula and a packet of yeast in his hands.
“Edward, it’s good you’re here” he said.
His Majesty of all people? In the kitchen? Am I having a nightmare right now?.
“It seems like I’d use your help” he dropped the packet of yeast and reached for a frying pan.
What has the royal chefs done? Why did they let His Majesty cook his meal by himself?.
“Your Majesty, are you cooking?” I asked as if it’s not obvious enough.
“Yes” he answered.
No, no, no, this is a nightmare, I must wake up. A hiss left my mouth as my palm landed on my cheek and that’s when I believed it’s not a nightmare, it’s happening live.
“Why are you just standing?” his question woke me up from my daze.
I rushed towards him and snatched the frying pan from him, I tried to remove the apron from his neck but he stopped me.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Shouldn’t I be the one asking what he’s doing?
“Your Majesty, you don’t have to do any of these, just tell me what you wanna eat and I’ll get the royal chefs to prepare it right away”
I turned towards the door and saw Wayne coming in, I narrowed my eyes and stormed towards him, then grabbed his ear.
“What are you doing? Can’t you see His Majesty is hungry?” I queried him.
“Your Excellency, I.. I… he chased us out earlier and forbid us from stepping in until he’s done” Wayne defended himself.
“Then what are you doing back here?” I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.
He snatched a small towel hanging on a bar.
“To get this” he said.
His Majesty cleared his throat behind us, I quickly let go of Wayne’s ear and turned back to His Majesty.
“Come over here, Edward” he called me.
I chuckled lightly and strode towards him, he nodded at Wayne to step out and Wayne rushed out without wasting time.
He turned back to face the gas, there’s a serious look in his eyes as he studied it -what is going on with my King?
“Your Majesty…”
“How do they adjust this thing?” he cut me off.
“Your Majesty, you don’t have to do this…” I paused as a thought struck me.
Or could it be he found out about something and wants to dismiss the chefs?
“… I can cook your meals for you since you don’t trust the chefs anymore, just tell me…”
“Edward, shut up” he cut off my blabbing.
“But your Majesty, it doesn’t look good to have you in the kitchen”
He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
“I’m not doing this for myself” he said.
I frowned a bit as I’m confused.
“You’re not doing it for yourself?” I asked.
“I.. I…”
Did His Majesty just stutter? Ah, this is a first.
“… I’m doing it for my mate, she said she loves having breakfast in bed”
“Oh” I nodded. “But you can get the chefs to do it”
“No, doing it myself will show my sincerity”
My lips quirked up as a teasing smile played on my lips.
“So…. I think I need your help”
His Majesty is actually begging for my help, I never knew I’d live to see this day -i’m having goosebumps.
“You’ll also teach me how to be a romantic mate” he said, well, more like commanded.
“No problem, your Majesty” I boastfully hit my chest a few times. “You’ve come to the right person”
“Good, what should we do first?” He asked.
“Er… let’s start with the food you’ve prepared before” I reached for an extra apron. “Where are the food you’ve prepared before, your Majesty?”
“There” he pointed at the trashcan.
My eyes widened as I blinked a few times, I can’t really tell what he was trying to cook from just looking at it, whatever he was trying to cook was badly burnt -all I could see was black particles.
I gulped and gave him a thumbs up.
“You’re going somewhere” I said through gritted teeth.
I guess we’ll stay in this kitchen for a very long time.
★★★★★
Arabella’s point of view.
I turned on the bed and changed my sleeping posture, but realized Wymond’s arms were no longer around me.
I stretched my hand towards his side of bed and felt it, it’s very cold and that simply means he’s gotten out of bed for quite a long time.
Not feeling like going back to sleep now that I’m already awake, I sat up and stretched my stiff limps as I yawned softly.
But I grunt quietly when I felt some pains on my back, fuçk those wolfsbane -I wish I know magic, I can just magically heal myself.
*Our mate knows magic, seduce him and he’ll heal us* Amy said.
I scoffed.
*Horny wolf, you wouldn’t mind mating with him everyday* I scolded her.
She purred.
*That would be so hot* I shut her out immediately or she might corrupt my mind this morning.
My eyes caught Cora who’s vacuuming the sitting area, she was humming a tone and dancing happily -I wonder why she’s so happy?
“Good morning, Cora” I greeted her.
She stopped vacuuming, raised her head and beamed widely as she glided towards me.
“Good morning, your highness” she replied my greeting.
I studied her for a moment and noticed she’s blushing.
“You seem so happy today” I said.
“Hm” she hummed.
“Is there a special occasion?” I asked. “Have you seen your mate?” I asked again.
She shook her head and blushed even more.
“You didn’t see your mate, then why is your face all red?”