Chương 9: 009 Forgotten Memories.
I devoured the vanilla custard encompassed in caramel, chocolate pudding, cinnamon biscuits, and strawberry and lemon cheesecake until I was full.
Although this had seemed glutinous, I could not help the delicious taste.
Achlys had watched with a smile offering me another batch of custard, which was banana this time.
I beamed moaning at the pleasant taste, savoring it with every bite. Tons and tons of empty plates filled beside me, as I ate the last plate of cheesecake.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, wife" he laughed ordering the maids, and butlers to clean up.
They seemed astonished by my appetite, holding at least 11 plated at once in each hand.
"Now, let's get you to bed."
"You're acting as if I'm a child," I grumbled putting my right hand on my stomach, getting up from my seat.
His arm was outstretched to mine as I took it, leading to my temporary room.
"Well then," I was about to shut the doors when he stopped. I gave him a questioning look. "wife, aren't you forgetting something?"
"And what would that be." I put a hand on my hips too tired to guess. The ends of his lips twitched up into a blood-curdling grin that I was used to.
His long fingers— that looked similar to that of a musician, put three fingers under my chin tilting my head upwards to his height. His thumb had brushed my bottom lip.
My face heated up like a flame. I pressed my lips into a thin line, attempting to conceal my embarrassment.
Right when I thought when he planned to kiss me, leaning in, he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "goodnight, wife." I could almost hear his grin.
I tried hiding my embarrassment, but it was futile. He could see right through me, his smile etching wider— if that was even possible.
I pushed his chest away from mine, "goodnight." I had then shut the door with a click!
I pressed my forehead against the cold double doors.
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Arya.
My name was being called by a familiar voice, I couldn't pinpoint it, but it was a soothing voice I had once heard before.
It was pure darkness around me, I couldn't see my hands at all. No matter where I had turned my head, it was black.
Arya.
There it was once more, it was getting more clear, and closer. I strolled placing one step at a time.
I wasn't exact of where I should put my feet, yet I could hear the voice calling out louder.
Arya. Arya. Arya
It chanted getting louder, the voice was getting familiar, but the more I had tried to remember, the more the memory slipped away.
A figure then started to come into view, but not coming near no matter how much I had walked to reach it.
A woman— me?— no. She seemed much older. Like a married woman. She was beautiful. ethereal. She was glowing.
I then had realized she was not clothed, her arms covering her bosom, her skin as pale as her hair. as she cried, wailing, calling out my name.
"Mother?" I called out. I had not known for sure. I don't even know what my birth mother looks like. But this voice was discernible, I had then remembered.
Mothers— the woman's wailing stopped. Her hands slid down her cheeks, head-turning to face me.
"Mother?" I had said yet again, only this time certain.
The woman said nothing, her golden eyes staring into mine.
"where is my daughter?" she asked, voice croaking. She then had repeated the question soon yelling, the skin melting of her bones, eyes emerging from their attachments, dropping on the ground teeth and tongue exiting individually.
Her hand reached out to mine. I tried taking it.
"My Arya...My daughter." The body had soon let nothing but bone, soon turning to dust and disappearing.
A baby's wail. I whipped my head around to the sound. A man. His black long hair was loose, falling to his shoulders, some pieces of hair floating.
His eyes were pureblood red, with slits, he was grinning, with his sharp jagged teeth. I shivered.
The rest of his body was pure black mist but still held a humane figure.
A baby was wailing in his arms as he attempted to shush it, rocking it back and forth. He looked almost identical to Achlys. Or it was him.
"My Arya.." He grinned sinisterly, gripping on to the baby for dear life, His sharp claws reached out to hold the baby's face.
"No!" I reached out my hand to stop him, but they had disappeared from my view. My heart thumped loudly in my chest.
Arya.
Arya.
You are not his true bride.
I awoke with a gasp, panting for dear life. I put my hand on my forehead. My head was burning.
You are not his true bride.
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