Morning
Yuu’s Bedroom
...anyway, the groan basically meant I wanted to avoid my schedule if at all possible.
I rolled myself out of bed after replacing an empty teacup, sitting on the edge of the memory foam mattress to pick at what remained of my breakfast. “It probably looks worse on paper. What you can say in seconds can cover an entire page,” I informed him, matter-of-factly, picking up a whole pancake, stuffing it with fruit and whipped cream, then folding it over to eat it like a breakfast taco. For a moment I was completely silent, watching Kaede go about his business, tracing all the curves of his face with my eyes. Every line, every angle, every shadow and highlight. I was staring. Not, wide-eyed, practically drooling, type staring. My eyes were slightly narrowed, the faintest of smiles touching my lips. One day, I would ascend to the throne. When I did, I would dissolve the Hunters’ faction, imprison anyone found even suspicious of murder to any other person, human or mutant, and I would give Kaede the option of going on and having his own life. Keeping slaves would no longer be legal. I closed my eyes, held in a deep breath, and tried to imagine that world. I could almost taste freedom.
Maybe that was just my breakfast though…. “This is good. Better than usual. Who made this? He deserves a raise or something. A promotion to my personal chef. Yes. That’s exactly it.”