Chapter Thirty Four

A lot of questions swirled in my head as I approached Jonathan’s room, I didn’t know where to start from, I didn’t know what to ask. Serena's words from the day before were yet to leave me. It was hard to believe that Jonathan had actually asked me to clean his mother’s store.

Why? Was he hoping to torture me? Why would he want me to clean the store?

I didn’t tell Serena that Jonathan had asked me to clean the store, I didn’t know what her reaction would be like, I didn’t even know how I was feeling either.

I pushed the room door open and stepped inside, “Good morning Your Highness” I greeted him and Jonathan merely nodded at me, his face blank. My stomach churned at the look on his face, it told me that he was in a bad mood and insanity knew that I had to be careful myself. I couldn’t afford getting into his bad books anytime soon.

I immediately washed my hands and walked towards the table, bringing out everything I needed to change his bandage and his herbs.

“Masoma said you will be joining her in the clinic to earn a few things” he said as I started removing the previous bandages. I slowly nodded my head.

“Yes, I will” I replied quietly and Jonathan went quiet. I glanced at his face and he seemed like he was hesitating to say something and a look of surprise flashed through my eyes.

Jonathan was hesitating?

“What did you two discussed yesterday?” He asked and I furrowed my brows wondering what he was getting out.

“Discuss?” I asked and Jonathan turned to me, his gaze making me uncomfortable.

“Did she make that decision on her own? Did she not talk to you about it?” He asked and I nodded immediately lowering my head.

“Yes she did. I went to the clinic yesterday because it had been a while since I saw her and we suggested that I join the clinic since I was very useful after the last war expedition, there are obviously going to be more wars” I replied.

“And?” Jonathan pressed again and I frowned, “That was all” I replied raising my head to meet his eyes.

He looked conflicted as he stared back at me before he slowly turned away, “Okay that’s fine” he replied as I finished changing the bandages.

I wondered what exactly Jonathan wanted to hear from me, I tried to think about anything else that I and Masoma might have spoken about but there was none but all o a sudden, Jonathan’s hesitating expression flashed across my face again and I froze suddenly realizing what was going on.

“Now I remember what else we spoke about” I suddenly said and Jonathan turned sharply to me.

“What?” He asked as I slowly met his eyes, “She reminded me that you are yet to apologize to me” I said and the air seemed to freeze over.

“I saved your life but I was treated like garbage and thrown out. I was embarrassed too” I added; swallowing. Jonathan’s eyes bore into me and I almost regretted speaking out in the first place.

“I’m sorry” his voice was loud and clear but I blinked my eyes as if I had just heard something else.

“Sorry?” I asked and Jnathan turned to me scoffing, “I’m apologizing right now. I’m sorry, for the things I said to you that day, for throwing you out and for embarrassing you” he repeated and I stared at him not believing my ears.

It was hard to believe that Jonathan had just apologised just like that. He didn’t argue, he didn’t try to defend himself, he just apologized like that, twice. It felt somehow and out of sorts, it was even worse than the first time when he had told me thank you. These sides of Jonathan made me feel very ordinary, made him feel human.

“So tell Masoma that I have apologized to you” Jonathan said and seeing the look on his face, I almost believed he was sulking.

“Yes your Highness” I replied, a small smile on my lips.

“In my defense, I tried to apologise the next day but you were with your boyfriend, I tried to apologise twice after that but you were always with you boyfriend and then you exchanged work duties with Serena, I wasn’t going to show u to your room to apologise to you, do i?” He asked and I almost lagged at his words.

“Not at all Your highness” I replied instantly furrowing my brows, “Wait, you said boyfriend, what are you talking about?” I asked and Jonathan turned to me with a mock surprise look.

“Oh you are going to pretend now?” he asked, his tone turning sharp and I blinked at him, “You stuck to him every other day and now you suddenly don’t know what I’m talking about” he replied and I swallowed, shaking my head.

“I really do not have a boyfriend, how many people have I even spoken to since I got here? How many of them like me?” I asked, defending myself.

I found it so absurd that Jonathan would accuse me of having a boyfriend. A boy fined for that matter? I was a beta so there was nothing attractive about me to any man, what Alpha or what Beta would want me?

“You are most likely the first slave in history to have a boyfriend Princess” Jonathan said and his voice made my spine cold and then for the second time that morning, a relaxation suddenly hit me.

“By boyfriend, please don’t tell me you mean Juni?” I asked and Jonathan’s eyes widened, “You even have nicknames for each other. You two are so sweet, really” he replied and unable to hold back, i burst into laughter.

“Your Highness, Juniper is a friend, the only person who liked me at first sight or who likes me here. Saved me a couple of times and we are good friends, he’s one of the people I can pour my heart to in this place and besides I’m a beta and I’m not that good looking. Who wants a slave who looks like me with his huge scar on her hand, it’s ugly” I said my voice going lower at the end of the sentence.

“Did you just say you are not good looking?” Jonathan asked with a furrow of his brows and I nodded.

“Yes but please don’t start calling me ugly” I quickly replied and Jonathan scoffed.

“Why would I? You aren’t ugly so why should I use something you are not to spite you?” He asked, shaking his head, “Calling yourself ugly, I guess your self esteem must have really gone to a new low in this period” he muttered and I froze staring at him trying to draw meaning to what he had just said.

“You think I’m not ugly?” I asked slowly and Jonathan looked taken aback, “Oh Princess, nobody, no one thinks you are ugly and that’s because you are not!” he replied and I swallowed, refusing to entertain the thought that was in my head.

“Oh” I said softly as seconds of science washed over us, the question in my head lingered in the air, I wouldn’t ask it and I didn’t know if he would answer if I asked so I chose to ask something else, “Can I start cleaning the store today?” I asked and he turned to me, nodding.

“Of course”