Lydia
Sitting up, I was lost in thought, sleep cleared from my eyes. The dream I had was so real that it brought great fear to my being. Will that guy die trying to save me?
According to Delia, he was my mate. Will he die protecting me? I couldn't help but ask myself again.
"Delia…" I muttered under my breath, but there was no answer.
"Delia!" I added more fiercely, and I heard her scoff.
"What? Do you always call me when you need me?" she asked, and I felt her rolling her eyes, which made me smack my lips.
"It is something important… I had a strange dream about our mate… I saw him die in the dream," I said inside me and heard her sigh.
"These dreams are not just ordinary dreams… I fear it might happen in the future," she said, which brought fear into my mind.
I can't let this happen. I can't let someone else die for me again. My father's death is enough, and if eventually my mate and I get along well, I wouldn't want to lose him.
"What can I do?" I questioned, my mind fogged with many thoughts.
"I don't know for now, but you have to do everything in your power to stop it from happening. We can't let our mate die."
She said, and I nodded, laying down gently. Still deep in thought, I didn't know how I fell asleep, only to be awakened by a loud sound from a slack bell.
Rubbing my eyes, I saw my other roommates already changing their towel and heading for the bathroom, and I changed too, following suit. After bathing, I wore my uniform and headed out to the royal kitchen.
"Hey, you!" The same woman who had used her magic to hurt me in the kitchen called me over, and I walked toward her. A smirk appeared on her lips.
"You won't be directly serving meals to the royal house, but you will wheel it down to the partition where other servants will pick it from," she explained, and I nodded. I thought I was to serve the meal directly alongside Obryn Jane?
She ushered me to the place in the kitchen where the meal was placed on a trolley, which looked beautiful but old fashioned.
"Here, wheel it right to that entrance," she said, showing me a narrow path in the kitchen. Looking there for a while, I swallowed hard, having a bad feeling about it.
I gently nodded, placed my hand on the handle, and began to wheel the food, walking carefully so as not to spill anything on the way. After passing the narrow path, I saw two ladies dressed in neat and sharp uniforms. They looked elegant and professional.
"Obryn Lydia, right?" one of them asked, and I nodded with a smile, but she shot me a deadly glare.
"You don't smile at us. We aren't in your league, obryn," she spoke, and her partner smirked and used her hand to indicate I should leave, which I did.
I clenched my fist in anger. Why must they make everything so obvious? Must they tell me to my face the fact that I am an obryn?
Shaking my head, I walked back to the kitchen and saw Jane with another trolley.
"Have you delivered yours?" Jane questioned, and I nodded. She smiled and leaned closer.
"You can go and eat breakfast," she said, and I nodded. But something felt off about her behavior. People here are just corny, so I didn't leave the kitchen. Instead, I waited until Mia walked toward me.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you eating breakfast?" she questioned, and I got up.
"I will," I replied with a smile. I was sure Mia wouldn't do something to hurt me, so I followed her to the dining room. Coincidentally, Felisha was my seatmate, and for a strong reason, I ignored her. She didn't bother to visit me despite knowing I took the blame for her, so I don't want to have anything to do with her for the meantime.
After eating our meal silently, I got up from the chair and headed outside when Felisha stopped me.
"What do you want?" I asked and watched her face, which was emotionless.
"Are you angry with me?" she questioned back, and I laughed in disbelief.
"No, I am not. Can't you see I am very happy?" I spoke, smiling weirdly before my face darkened.
"I am sorry. It was not my intention to drag you into this," she said. But why do I feel there is no remorse in her apology? It was like she was being forced to apologize to me.
"I don't need your apology, Felisha. Just stay away from me," I spoke and walked past her.
"Good thing you left her. I hope you won't go back to her again," I heard Delia's voice.
"Hopefully," I replied and heard her laugh.
"You are so soft hearted. If you continue this way, you will keep your enemies close by and think they are your friends," Delia spoke more seriously, and I laughed at her words.
"Don't worry. Felisha is not my enemy. She was loyal and good to the other Lydia, so she won't betray me either," I spoke, and Delia remained silent.
Walking back to the kitchen, I heard girls whispering, and I knew they were talking about me not being able to transform, but I didn't pay attention to them. When I entered the kitchen, I met the woman's fierce gaze on me, wondering what I had done this time.
"Ma'am, if I may ask, did I offend you in any way?" I questioned politely.
The next thing she did was slap me hard, which made me dizzy for some seconds.
"You haven't transformed yet, and you dare serve royal meals?" she spoke, her voice filled with anger and disgust.
"Did you want to bring bad luck and turmoil into the royal house?" she asked, looking at me angrily.
"Of course not. I was only doing what I was told," I replied calmly and watched her laugh.
"Trying to act cool, huh?" she said and raised her hand, about to slap me again.
"Enough!" I heard a feminine voice.
Turning to see who it was, I sighed in relief.