Chapter 11

Flame did not like being cooped up in that room. It was luxurious and expensively furnished. But it still felt like a prison. 

She had opened up the door a few times with an aim of leaving but she had been unable to. 

That cursed angel! 

She paced back and forth while biting her nails, her other hand on her waist. A habit of hers when she was anxious, or in this case, confused. 

The door finally opened and she turned on her heel expecting to see wings of pure white. 

But it wasn't him. 

It was a rather distinguished looking gentleman. He wasn't that tall. They were probably the same height. And he had dark hair that had been neatly combed back. 

Strange, she hadn't thought there were other humans in that place. 

The man had not seen her at first, but when he did, he bowed. 

" My apologies my queen, I did not realize that you were still in here, " he formally said. 

'My queen? ' Flame wondered. Lines creasing her forehead with the action. 

She even turned to confirm whether he truly was referring to her. 

And it appeared that he was. 

"Oh, that's okay.But you're mistaken, I'm not the queen or anything, "

Far from it. She was an asylums runaway, but there was no need to tell the distinguished gentleman that. 

He wore a frown of his own. 

"But I thought... Never mind that- " he cut himself off. 

"Anyway, my name is Xavier. The Triecans head of staff. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my queen, " he said as he bowed again. 

Clearly her mentality was great compared to his. 

"Ummmm... And my name is Flame. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, " she imitated his formal tone and even went as far as giving him a sarcastic and exaggerated curtsy. 

"Thank you my queen, "

Clearly he was unaware of the concept of sarcasm. 

"Flame, " she chipped in. " You can call me Flame. Actually I insist that you call me Flame..or any else apart from 'my queen ' " she quickly added. 

Xavier looked appalled. 

"That would be both improper and unprofessional, " he formally stated. Then he straightened the towel he had neatly draped over his arm. 

"But if you prefer then I could change it to something you approve of. How about 'milady' or 'your highness 'perhaps ? " 

Flame gave up. He reminded her of an old English butler. He was even dressed like one. 

"You know what? Call me whatever you like, " she said, sounding defeated. 

" My queen it is then, "

He then walked past her and into the dining room where he proceeded to collect the dishes she'd used. 

It was the first time someone else had cleaned her mess and it did not feel right. 

"Here, I'll help, " 

She hurried over to him and started placing the dishes on the tray. An action that Xavier didn't approve of. 

"Please, my queen.... " could he say one statement without adding those two words. 

" I'm only helping, " she picked up the tray and Xavier was about to take it from her when she strode past him. 

That would be a perfect excuse to leave the room and not feel bad about it. She was only helping after all. 

" Let me take those-" she shushed him. 

" Lead the way Xavier " she said once they were outside the door. 

She could already tell that the house was huge. 

Xavier sighed. Not comfortable with her doing his work for him. But since he thought she was his queen, he didn't argue. 

"Right this way, follow me, " he stepped ahead of her. 

She looked around as they walked. The place had cathedral ceilings. And it was excellently lit.Such a shame she couldn't stay there for long.