Unexpected.
Serafine POV
Standing here, my fingers are still gripping the bag, I’m not sure if I should touch anything. Yes he said it was my room but I don’t feel like I should. It’s like I will owe him if I do, then again if I eat anything, I owe him. I’m not even sure how to feel about this.
He’s not a rogue, he’s an alpha and I want to ask why he lied, why he pretends to be rogue when visiting other packs. What does he gain from lying? Surely he can get better deals if people know who he truly is?
is his name even Xander? I didn’t think of that, if he’s lied about been a rogue, then that could also be a lie. I thought I was marrying a man I didn’t know, but now, I realise how real that is. I don’t even know his real name.
Okay, I can’t stand here all night, even if I feel anxious. I’m not used to this. I was either sitting in my room, or following orders to clean, cook and such, I’m not used to free time. So what am I supposed to do?
It’s crazy that I don’t know how to exist in a space like this. For my entire life I was confined to a small bare room, with nothing but a mattress. My daily freedom was whatever time I could salvage between the endless list of chores.
The door is my biggest issue. I’m not used to privacy, I’m waiting for the guard to open it and stand watching me. I had a closet as my room before, now I have an entire room, and a bed that’s far too big for me, but looks comfy.
Still, this place is unsettling. Slowly, I force my feet to move, deciding that I can’t avoid this forever. My gaze drifts over the furniture, dark wood, a soft rug beneath my bare feet. The bed and covers look inviting, but I’m scared to touch them.
Turning, I head to the other doors, hesitating for a moment, I suck in a breath before pulling down the handle and opening them. As I swing them open, I’m amazed and shocked at the same time..
The bathroom is extravagant, but even that word feels too basic. Everything is gleaming from the marble floors to the silver fixtures. The tub alone is enormous, far bigger than the ones back at my families pack that I would clean. There’s a vanity that stretches alone the entire side of one wall. My eyes stop on the towels that are already on there, folded neatly.
My eyes go to the bottles, shampoo, body wash, everything. Those are things I was never allowed. My fingers brush over the towels, they are thick but soft. Nothing like the scraps of fabric I had back at home. My stomach twists at the thought of my fathers pack.
This place is nothing like it.
Turning to the tub, I stare at it for a long moment. I never were allowed baths, the first one I had was this morning before the wedding. While that was amazing, I want to get in and just relax, everyone talks about it. They say how nice it is to just soak, and relax. I wouldn’t know.
Reaching for the knobs, I turn them. The water rushes out instantly, and the longer it’s on the more the steam grows and hides the room. Stripping out of my dress, I let it pool to the floor before I carefully step into the tub. The hot water touches my skin and I gasp, not because it burns just because of how amazing it feels.
It’s heaven, the warmth seeps into my sore muscles, and soothes the bruises along my ribs. I soak it up, letting the water wash away the sweat that clings to me from hours in the car. Closing my eyes, I let myself sink lower, keeping my head resting against the edge of the tub
For the first time, ever, in my life there’s no one watching me. There’s no one waiting to punish me for non–existent reasons. It’s nice, my body and mind relaxes in a way I never thought to be possible.
I’m not entirely sure how long I stay in the water, but eventually I become exhausted and I can’t stay in the bath. I don’t want to get out, but I can feel my limbs becoming tired, and I would rather not fall asleep in the tub. Forcing myself to stand, I grab a thick towel and wrap it around me lightly. Quickly drying myself, I empty the tub and then walk into the bedroom.
The fire is still crackling softly. I grab the bag I came with, trying to see if there’s anything suitable to wear to bed in it. There isn’t, so I opt for a summer dress as a nighty, hell there’s no underwear. I’m not sure how I’m meant to cope without
that.
Approaching the bed I hesitate, it feels too big, like the moment I climb onto it, I will be swallowed whole by the blac it. Reaching out, my fingers drag along the thick blankets. The fabric is soft beneath my fingers, and I don’t know wh do with comfort.
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I move, and climb onto the bed, and the moment I lie back, I sink into the warmth and comfort. If you never had something, you don’t miss it. That’s what I told myself, I can’t miss the luxuries, because I never had them. Well, now I have, and I know I hate the fact I never got to have these before.
All those time cleaning other peoples beds and rooms, I could have snuck into one, even for a moment to feel the comfort of it. I didn’t though, instead I followed the orders. Despite the unknown, the uneasy and the mess surrounding me, sleep comes quickly.
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