Lucia POV—
The moment I entered 'my' room, I felt my eyes gave up on me. Everything was so fucking pink that it literally burned my eyes. Whose idea was this?! The architect should be sued! Even girls don't like pink any longer. Even if they do like pink things, they certainly won't want their entire house to be as pink as flamingo's butt.
Martha spluttered, "Y-your... Highness... this 'room' looks good, right?" Martha don't try to lie to me. You look as if something has drained the life from your body. This room looks so bad that even you can't bear to look at it any longer.
I gave her a blank look and shook my head. Sighing, she said, "If that's what you want then, I will tell to change the room's décor... entirely. Will it suffice, Your Highness?"
I nodded my head with difficulty. It looks like I have to put up with this 'pink monstrosity' for some time.
"Please take some rest, Your Highness. I will station some maids outside your room, if you need something then you can just knock on the door. Now if you please excuse me, Your Highness," said Martha. I nodded and allowed her to leave. She bowed and left the room, leaving me alone to my own devices.
"It seems you are settled. Ah, I remember that you can't talk. Okay, now you can talk. I have healed your throat," said a very familiar voice.
"Kevin. It's good to see you," I whispered.
Just as I turned, I saw something bizarre. The pathetic squirrel was sitting on a... TV?
Kevin chuckled, "Why are you so surprised? Oh, you can yell all you want. I have casted a silence spell around us... so, don't worry. And don't be shocked. You have definitely seen a lot of TVs in your past life... almost thousands. The file said you had 106 TVs in your home, and about... 298 TVs in your office. It said, 'The subject likes to admire himself in the TV.' See? Now, you have a TV here too."
"But it should be impossible!" I yelled in shock. I am sure that I am currently present in some medieval era period. So, where did this come from?!
Kevin gave a bored look. He sneered, "Are you serious? Have you forgotten the fridge? Did you think that I left it for you? A gift? Don't think yourself so highly. It was 'yours.' And so is this TV."
I scratched my hair and closed my eyes. He is correct. How can I forget the 'refrigerator?' It was fucking useless.
"It's useless, I agree with you on that," commented Kevin.
Opening my eyes, I snarled, "Don't read my mind. Tell me the reason. But before that, why the hell are you here? Are you even allowed to be here? Your letter didn't say anything about your sudden 'visit.' And I have to tell you; it's nothing but unpleasant. So, please leave."
Kevin shrugged, "I am here to see if you are doing okay or not. Although you are injured, you do seem to be doing okay. You are much better than the others before you."
"What did you say? 'Others?' You have recruited other people before me. Are they here?" I yelled. Is this a game or what? I don't understand this. If they made a deal with me, then why do they need others for the same task?
"Ah! I wasn't supposed to tell you this! I goofed up!" Kevin exclaimed. He clamped his hands over his tiny mouth.
I smirked, "It won't change anything now. Your boss will not be happy with you."
Kevin's eyes widened. Removing his hands, he yelled, "It's because of you! I am going to file a complaint against you! Bye!" With a popping sound, he disappeared. My fault? It's yours! Hah, this guy's audacity is beyond one's understanding. The nerve of him to disappear before answering my question.
I sat on the bed and sighed heavily. This makes everything complicated. If there are others aiming for the same thing as me, they might see me as their competitor. But I am not. What I want is to... don't let anything hurt my daughter. That's all I want. Everything comes after that... even my freedom.
I slowly rested my back on the mattress. The smooth and soft texture of the bed made my back relax in its embrace. I hate its colour, yet I like sleeping on it. Suddenly, a thought entered my mind. It made my heart race with trepidation. I inserted my hand into the pants and slowly slithered towards the lower section of my body.