i have ran out of songs so lets go with the hispanics ones
lets go with Yo voy by Daddy Yankee y Zion & Lennox
ENJOY
"How about we calm down and get that bleeding nose of yours checked?"
Ms. Adele's voice barely registers in my mind. I'm still reeling, my thoughts tangled in the chaos of what just happened. My breathing is uneven, and the metallic taste of blood lingers on my tongue. I press my fingers lightly against my nose, wincing.
There are only two explanations for what I just experienced:
One, this place is haunted, and I am being stalked by a ghost.
Or two, I am absolutely, undeniably losing my mind.
Logic tells me it should be the second one, but deep down, something in my gut tells me that this is too real, too off, for it to be just me.
"Lilith?" Their voices pull me back to reality—both Ms. Adele and Obrovosky looking at me expectantly.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. Yes, we should do that," I mutter, rubbing my temples. My head is pounding. What the hell is wrong with me today?
I walk alongside them, trying to piece together my thoughts. Did I hit my head too hard at some point? No, that never happened. Then what was that? A dream? But if it was a dream, why did it feel so... vivid? And why Alex? Why that child?
By the time we reach the kitchen, my mind is still a mess, and I decide to push the thoughts aside for now. Right now, I need tea. My head is killing me.
"Alright, let's see that nose of yours," Ms. Adele instructs.
I nod absentmindedly as she examines me.
"Go start making tea," she says, directing the order to Obrovosky.
He blinks at her, pointing at himself as if to say, "Me?"
"Who else?" she deadpans, looking at him like he's an idiot.
"I'm a soldier," he protests stiffly.
"Oh really? Oh lord, I had no idea soldiers were useless in the kitchen," she fires back, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Obrovosky clenches his jaw, then exhales in defeat. "I'll get to it now." He bows slightly before turning toward the kettle.
I stifle a chuckle. This woman is something else. No wonder Alex respects her so much.
"Okay, look at me, Lilith," Ms. Adele instructs, snapping my attention back to her.
I instantly obey. I do not, I repeat, do not want to get on this woman's bad side.
For the next five minutes, Obrovosky avoids making eye contact, waiting for the tea to finish while Ms. Adele examines me.
"Well, it's not swollen, and nothing is broken," she concludes.
"Told you. It's nothing," I say.
"Better safe than sorry," she counters.
Fair point.
She glances toward the kitchen. "Now, what is taking that man so long? It's just tea."
"Don't worry, Ms. Adele, I'll take care of it," I say, walking toward the counter where Obrovosky stands.
"Someone's taking too long," I tease as I approach him.
His shoulders tense for just a second—barely noticeable, but I catch it. He actually flinched.
"For someone who's supposed to be a tough, coldhearted soldier, you scare way too easily around women," I joke.
"I am not scared," he replies stiffly.
"WHERE IS THE TEA?!" Ms. Adele's voice booms from the other room.
Obrovosky flinches again. I burst out laughing, barely able to contain myself.
"Yeah, sure. Not scared at all, soldier," I whisper before grabbing two cups and heading back to the table.
Obrovosky follows behind me, his face blank, but I swear I see the corners of his lips twitch slightly upward.
We sit at the table, sipping our tea. It's surprisingly good, despite being made by Obrovosky.
"Acceptable. You have passed, soldier," Ms. Adele says, nodding in approval.
Obrovosky hides his amusement behind his teacup, but I catch the ghost of a smile before he masks it. The silence that follows isn't awkward. It's... nice. Comfortable. It's been a long time since I've felt this—this ease with people. The last time was with Eli, Victor, and my brother.
The thought lingers for only a second before I push it away. No use dwelling on things I can't change.
"So, Lilith," Ms. Adele suddenly says, making my shoulders stiffen.
Hearing her say my name like that is terrifying. You never know what's coming next.
"I see you like reading. What do you read?" she asks.
"Oh, I don't like it. I LOVE it. I would have made the library my bedroom if I could, but the queen thought it was 'unprincess-like,' so no can do. I read almost everything, except math books. I detest those," I reply passionately.
Ms. Adele chuckles. "Oh, would you look at that?"
"What?" I ask, puzzled.
"Nothing, sweetie. Nothing at all."
"Right..." I say skeptically. "So, when will my training start?" I turn my attention to Obrovosky.
"Soon," he smirks.
"Soon?" I repeat. "Soon when? In an hour? A day? A year?"
Ms. Adele sighs. "We should clean up. It's getting late."
We all start tidying the kitchen. As Obrovosky and I wash the dishes together, I glance at him.
"Thank you," I say.
He raises an eyebrow. "For?"
"Well, I should probably only thank you for the tea, but I would be lying," I admit.
He rolls his eyes.
"No, really. Thank you for the opportunity to train."
He snorts. "You shouldn't thank me just yet, princess. I'm not going easy on you."
"I know. That's why I'm grateful."
"You're a masochist," he mutters.
"I'm not. It's just... everyone treats princesses like delicate glass, and it's suffocating."
He studies me for a moment. "I see."
That's it? Just "I see"? Seriously? I open up, and that's all I get?
"Wow, you definitely have a stone for a heart," I say dramatically.
He looks at me like I'm insane.
But despite myself, I smile. It feels good—this banter, this closeness. Even just a little tiny bit of this feel good.
Later that night…
I'm in my room now, wrapped in a warm blanket after a long, hot bath.
It's strange. I'm still a captive, but I have everything a princess could need. It makes it hard to hate them—especially Alex. But I can't like him either. Not him.
This whole situation is too confusing. This man is too confusing.
"I wonder what he's doing right now…" I murmur to myself, shifting in bed.
I stare at the ceiling for a long time.
"I wonder what's happening in Celestial…" I whisper, my voice fading into the stillness.
My eyelids grow heavy.
"I wonder when my training will start…"
And with that lingering thought, sleep finally takes me, carrying me into a deep sleep.