Chapter 285 - Kind or Suicidal?

As they've spend about an hour, listening to Dea read. Indeed possessing a soft tone, but yet enthusiasm in her voice was easy to determine. Finding such a rare book, one would be excited just by its presence. But to figure out that it was written by a blood relative?

No honour would be large enough for Dea, this is practically an artifact. And unless someone else stashed precious books like this one, to save it from getting burned by the ill.u.s.tratios. It is fair to say that this book is the last of its kind.

As for Length, this great Romance Novel only breaks above 30,000 words. So it took an hour to read, you would think she would stop for a pause in between. But no, after an hour broke she was done and took a moment of silence to appreciate this amazing piece of literature.

"Looks like you really love Romance Novels." Stefan broke the silence, because he got used to her voice for the past hour and hearing it shun for a few seconds felt weird. He wants to hear her talk all day.

"Well... typically yes even though they are hard to run upon. Most are about ill.u.s.tratios wanting to marry Princesses." She joked around, caused quite a couple of smiles in this room before she added more. "Plus, this was written by one of my own blood ancestors. The honour is beyond understanding."

Seeing someone appreciate literature so much, his heart felt touched. To himself he thought, "Where have you been all my life."

While on expressed word, he stated. "I'm going to talk with King Michael, seeing the importance of this book I'm sure he wouldn't mind letting this book go."

Hearing his words puke out like honey, she wanted to jump over the table and hug him. But then remembered how inappropriate that would be! So instead, she thanked him by word. "That would be the highlight of my life, please convince him."

"Oh he is soft hearted even though he doesn't like his books touched, I guarantee you that he will give you this book to keep forever." The smile on her face after Stefan assured this unique kind of success was too big for the heart to bare.

As she scrolled through the book, she became more and more amazed about how well kept this book is. It's cover is made out of two layers of thicker parchment combined with a layer of leather at the top as well who seems a bit more mangled and mutelated.

As for the pages in between these covers, portraying wonderful piece of literature standing 238 years old. They are completely made out of thinner layers of Parchment, it is amazingly durable and the ink it was written with is barely faded.

At the end of the book near the cover, its date of release is written. The date specifies. Era 2, Year 1801, Month 11, Day 22. This Story carries two Eras, and it was written 20 years before the Author's death. Somehow this too is stated in the book but with a different hand writing and fresher looking ink, perhaps King Michael added that part himself to make it a whole lot more unique?

Finally giving a bit more information about her past, she revealed. "This book would keep me close to my family a bit more, war took them all away from me."

"Oh... I'm so sorry, please don't feel bad now. You have such a valuable book on your hand, please focus towards the positive." Odd wordplay considering the fact that it would take a little trip on a rock to make him complain for 10 minutes, but it is interesting how much he shifted his own nature so she wouldn't feel sad.

Feeling a bit bad, and out of reach as well since she was standing near the Fire and he was sitting near a Dinning Table a bit far from it. He would want to comfort her with a hug, but even if he was near he doesn't think he can do it.

As for this sudden burst of positivity, he stole those words from Commander Alia since she repeated them quite a few times. Well mostly when it is her week, quite inverted or perhaps she is using that advice for herself? As he glanced upon Dea smiling at the book, he thought. "Well whatever I just said, it seems to be working."

However, the Fire made her quite sweaty and she too joined the dinning table to have a Chat. Stating, "You're right, it just has been easy."

Looking at Misses Wood after and squeezing her cheek, she continued. "I would say that I want to keep Misses Wood company, but it's also working all the way around."

Looking at the wooden window to her right near the Dinning Table, Dea expressed. "It gets lonely, I have a house and I keep it clean but there isn't anyone to share laughs or burdens with. Through time it has mostly become a House of Horrors, it feels like the walls want to squeeze me to the point of putting me out of my misery."

A lady who carried a tremendous amount of positivity before, is in one way or the other suicidal? It really is hard to watch, it feels as if kind acts are the only way to feed her soul apart from sinking deep in a story.

"I hate to bring back bad memories but, how did you loose your entire Family?" As hard as it is to ask, he wanted to know in order of figuring better ways to comfort her.

"Well most of my family was killed by War, but the only piece of family I had left. My Mother and my Father died at Pameres Kingdom." Afterwards a tear broke from her eye and rolled down her cheek before it went splat on the table.

Wanting to return the favour of being literally pulled out of the mud, he reached his hand for her face and using his thumb he wiped the next tear off from her freckles underneath her eyes as he used her cheeks to support his hand. Gently wiping the tears off and under a soft tone saying, "It is okay, just breathe."

"Thanks." She answered with her throat feeling heavier by the second, taking a deep breath after Stefan moved his hand away from her soft face. She continued to shed more light to this sad story, "My Father died in a mining accident and my Mother died fighting off a Burglar."

"Those are quite huge reasons to be sad about, how are you even standing here until now?" He thought, referring to the fact that most would commit suicide at this rate. All alone as a women? There were Cannibals in this Kingdom for crying out loud, and they don't seem to kill ladies instantly.

As he took a glance around subconsciously, he noticed that Misses Wood has fallen asleep on her Chair and missed this whole scene. Maybe that's a good thing too, she is old fashioned and might urge him to marry her for daring to touch her face. And it is good too that she isn't seeing Dea burst in to tears, her old heart has already taken enough.

"After the compensation I got from King Zar 6 years ago, I've used it to move here and buy a House too. But it was offered to me for free by King Michael who was more than happy to accept new Citizens." It sounds like perfect timing too, chances are she came at the same month here when he became a King.

"I'm sorry you had to go through it, but know that I'm here and have no plan to leave this place. I can keep you company and lend you an ear to fight off most bad thoughts." Giving a bit more thought at what his word play would make her think, he wanted to point out. "And don't worry, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. My mind doesn't work like that."

The fact that he managed to say that and mean it at the same time even though he technically caught a little crush for her, says a lot about how great he is as a Human being. Behind all that complaining and tree root smoking, stands a kind heart filled with compassion. He helped Eric and Woldemir long ago after all, he was never a bad person.

"Don't worry, I don't think you are retarded like the rest..." Noticing what language she used already, she felt a tad embarrassed and swiftly added. "Umm... Pardon my language."

"Oh, it's nothing rea..." He tried to finish his sentence enjoy his time with her but was quite interrupted by someone from the outside.

"Battle formation! Battle formation!"

"Right wing! Right wing!"

He remembered that this house stands just over 20 meters away from the training yard, so these Guards in panic are either under a new type of training or there is something going down.

"Get your Weapons, this is not a Drill!"