Chapter 2 :
Bom's POV :
I looked at the king Regis and said, "So, I will wait until you bring
me what I want. Someone bring me a chair please ."
I glanced at one of his three guards, the shortest one—the one I had just
slashed to the floor earlier. I laught in silence then I say "You, what's
your name?"
He hesitated before answering, "B …Bob ! ."
I smirked. "Good. Bob, bring me a chair Please."
Bob looked at his king for approval. Regis gave a reluctant nod, and Bob
scurried off, returning with a red chair. I sat down comfortably, crossing one
leg over the other. "Now, I wait."
Regis stared at me with a mixture of fear and fury, but bad for him—he
couldn't do a thing to stop me. I'm Immortal, and handsome.
A few minutes later, a cute maid with short noisette brown hair and big
black doe eyes entered, carrying a tray of coffee and cookies. I blinked at
her, flashing a grin. She smiled back.
"Ah, Bom makes any girl's heart go boom-boom ! ," I mused,
taking the coffee. Then, as I picked up a cookie, I added, "But I like
chicken more than cookies, beauty so next time you know that."
She giggled. A win.
To any man this is the ultimate flirting arm : blink ! Smile ! And Bom make your
heart …! You know it already ,oh sorry this only work for me …
Regis suddenly stood up. "Enough! We brought you your money and the
royal certificate."
Behind me, Bob struggled under the weight of a literal mountain of
gold coins and the official certificate. I grinned. "Perfect! But where is
the most important demand if then all ?"
Regis pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. "Seriously You were
serious about the chickens?"
I laughed maniacally. "Of course, I was serious! You think I'd joke
about something so sacred so tasty ?"
Regis sighed heavily and motioned to Bob. "Take him to the castle
farm."
Bob and I stepped outside, making our way toward what I had been waiting
for—heaven itself. When we arrived, I gasped. A hundred—no, a thousand
chickens!
I ran toward them, arms wide open. The chickens, those delicious, stupid
creatures, scattered in fear. I screamed, "Finally! My chicken paradise
,my heaven !"
Behind me, Bob stared in sheer disbelief. "Doctor bom , Are you sure
you can bring Lady Faye back?"
Still basking in my poultry-filled joy, I waved him off. "Just watch
and see. And bring some popcorn too ."
Bob blinked. "What?"
"Popcorn, Bob you don't know that ?. And with caramel , please
hurry . Thanks, Bob."
Back in the throne room, I strolled in with the confidence of a
world-renowned scientist. Because, as everyone knows, doctors walk differently.
And today, I was in full doctor mode activated.
I cracked my neck and gestured to Regis and his guards. "You might want
to grab some popcorn. What you're about to see is a little… dark , scientific ,
magical !"
At that exact moment, Bob actually returned—with my caramel popcorn.
I gasped. "Oh, perfect! Thanks, Bob." I took a handful and popped
some into my mouth. "Make sure everyone gets some let's share it."
Regis looked seconds away from losing his mind, but he said nothing.
Finally, I turned toward Faye. Blond, pretty, but not as pretty as me,
obviously I'm better . I leaned down, studying her lifeless face.
Then, in one swift movement—I kissed her.
Silence.
Let's the show begin !
I turned around, casually munching on popcorn. The guards stood frozen, eyes
nearly popping out of their skulls. Bob, the real MVP, was still munching his
own popcorn.
Regis, however—Regis was fast. I only had a second to register his rage
before his boot collided with my perfect, beautiful face.
And that, my friends, is how I ended up on the floor, popcorn flying
everywhere.
Basically a normal Bom Day !
He kicked me. Hard. Then he kicked me again. And again and again ! .
But, of course, I felt nothing. So, naturally, I laughed. That only made him
angrier.
Now he was mad. Like, really Really mad.
I grinned. "Oh? Getting frustrated, Your Majesty my apologies ?"
His glare could have set me on fire. Instead of waiting for his next move, I
did what any brilliant and genius person would do—I ran. Around Faye's
bed. In circles.like it was a marathon.
Regis chased after me, his eyes burning with rage. The guards? They just
stood there, watching the most ridiculous scene ever. And Bob? My beloved
popcorn-delivering friend Bob? Still munching away, completely unbothered by
the madness unfolding before him.
Then, suddenly, a soft, confused voice cut through the chaos.
"Why are you running? Who are you? Where am I?"
Silence. Complete, absolute silence.
Imagine waking up from the dead, only to see a king and a ridiculously
handsome doctor—aka me , playing cat and mouse around your Amazing ,Iconic,
truly.
I skidded to a stop and turned toward her. With a dramatic flair, I leaned
in, gently lifted her chin, and smirked.
"Welcome back, pretty, Faye."
She blinked, looking dazed. "Faye?who is Faye"
Before I could answer, something—or rather, someone—sent me flying
across the room. I crashed against the wall with an impressive thud.
A deep, furious voice followed.
"Guess who?
1) The tall guard,
2) Bob, or
3) Regis?
You have ten seconds—tick, tock—time's up!"
Right answer? Regis, of course! Obvious answer !
Regis' POV :
I had been running after that infuriating man, my patience thinner
than a sword's edge, when I heard a familiar voice.
Her voice.
I turned, heart pounding. And there she was—my fiancee Faye. Awake. Alive.
Something was different, though. Her golden blonde hair had turned a soft
shade of pink. But she was breathing. She was looking at me. That was all that
mattered to me .
I ran to her, pulling her into my arms. Holding her as tightly as I could, I
whispered, "Finally, my love. Never leave me again never"
She stiffened.
Then she asked the one question that shattered my world.
"Who are you?"
I froze.
I pulled back slightly, searching her eyes. "What did you say,
Faye?"
She looked at me, confusion etched across her delicate features. "I
said Who are you? And… who is Faye?"
My heart plummeted.
She didn't remember.
Faye's eyes darted around the room, desperate for
something—anything—familiar. Panic flickered across her face. My hands trembled
as I cupped her cheeks, but before I could say anything, a familiar, irritating
voice chimed in.
"Oopsie," Bom muttered. "I forgot something in the candy. Or
maybe... I can fix it for a little extra payment who knows?"
I turned to him, rage bubbling inside me. "What are you talking about?
What candy?! You kissed in front of me ! her to bring her back to life! I
don't even want to remember that"
Bom's face lit up with amusement. He threw his head back played with his
hair and laughed. "Oh, you thought the kiss brought her back?
Maybe I should summon the seven dwarves while I'm at it!", he laught again.
I clenched my fists. "Bom—"
He waved a hand dismissively. "Relax, Your Highness. The kiss was for dramatic
effect for Show . What actually revived her was the candy I had in my
mouth. A special one, crafted from Roktár, Diamómdia, and a bit of gold.
Though, oopsie—looks like I forgot the dragon blood. That explains the memory
loss. My bad sorry !"
I stared at him, absolutely livid. "You forgot the dragon
blood and you kissed her for show ?!"
Bom gave me an exaggerated puppy-eyed look. "Oopsie again my king ?"
I saw red. He was messing with me.
I couldn't handle it anymore…
I lunged at him, but of course, the bastard took off again. And
where did he run?
Around Faye's bed. Again.
Faye, still in shock, just watched in confusion as I chased Bom in circles,
trying to strangle him but he was too fast .
Bob casually stepped up beside her, holding out his popcorn. "Want some
popcorn, Lady Faye?"
And that was the moment I truly lost my sanity.