Raised From The Wild-Chapter 326: It Was Just A Dream
As Princess Amaya slowly opened her eyes, disappointment washed over her. She had dreamt of Marx—the man she loved—and it had felt so real. But now, as she looked around her empty room, she knew that it had just been a figment of her imagination.
In her dream, Marx had come to her bedside and stood silently, watching over her. Then, he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and her lips. It felt so tender, loving, and real. But now, as she lay there alone, she knew it was just a dream.
Amaya sat from the bed. Her heart was filled with longing. It has been two years. ’Marx, where are you? Are you really gone forever, just like my Daddy Ibrahim? But why do I feel that you are alive? But if you are, why did you not look for me? Why did you disappear?’
A gust of wind blew from the gap in the sliding door of her balcony. Amaya frowned. She tried to recall if she had left the door open earlier before going to sleep, but she distinctly remembered closing it shut to keep the cool night breeze from disturbing her peaceful slumber. The unexpected breeze made her feel a bit uneasy, wondering if someone or something had entered her room through the balcony.
She stood from the bed and opened the slightly ajar sliding door. She stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin. As she looked out, she was mesmerized by the breathtaking view of Uropa, with its twinkling lights and beautiful skyline.
At past midnight, the city of Uropa was still alive with activity. Princess Amaya gazed down at the tiny cars that resembled matchboxes, feeling a bit dizzy from the height of the balcony. Fortunately, the balcony’s railings stood over two meters tall, making it impossible for anyone to fall over accidentally.
Amaya still vividly remembered the first time she looked down from the floor-to-ceiling window of her room at Skyscapes in Usturia. Her legs turned to jelly, and she almost fainted at the sight of the towering height. The trees, cars, and people below looked so small that she felt like she was on top of the world.
The pungent smell of cigarette smoke wafted toward her, jolting her back to the present moment. She coughed softly, trying to clear her lungs. As she turned to her side, she sensed some movement on the balcony beside her, hidden from her view by a wall partition. She strained her ears to listen to any sound, but she heard nothing. She guessed the person on the other balcony must be another athlete participating in the Biennial sports tournament.
She went back inside the room, locked the sliding door, and drew the curtain to block the unnecessary light from the outside. She laid down on the bed and got back to sleep.
When the man did not hear any more movement from the other side, he took a final drag from his cigarette and carefully stubbed it in the ashtray beside him. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and returned inside, ready to catch some much-needed sleep. As he walked through the door, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of loneliness wash over him.
He touched his lips with his finger and relished the lingering warmth on it. The sadness was gone from his eyes, and a noticeable smile appeared. Ah, he would be able to drift off into a peaceful slumber.
He was about to lie down to sleep when he received a call, and he answered without hesitation.
The man’s voice was low and deferential as he addressed the man on the other line. "Godfather, I apologize for disturbing your sleep. Is there anything you require of me?" Despite the respectful tone, there was a hint of iciness in his eyes that hinted a deep-seated hatred.
The man on the other end of the line let out a light chuckle.
"What are you saying? I am the one who disturbed you. Come earlier tomorrow as I have something to discuss with you." The voice at the side was deep and low.
"Yes, Godfather. I will be there at 5:00 pm."
"Good. See you tomorrow then." the man on the other line did not wait for him to reply but directly hung up.
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The following day, Princess Amaya walked alongside her younger brother Donello to the fifth floor of the hotel, where a delightful breakfast awaited them. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm croissants filled the air, making their stomachs rumble with anticipation. As they approached the dining hall, Amaya couldn’t help but admire the intricate details of the marble pillars and ornate chandeliers that adorned the room. It was clear that no expense had been spared in creating this opulent space. Indeed the hotel was worthy to be called the best hotel in Uropa.
The two royals from Lireya arrived early, so there were still many available tables, and they chose the one beside the glass wall. From their vantage point, they could see the lush greenery and colorful blooms of the plants, as well as the crystal-clear water of the pool, glistening in the morning sun.
The breakfast was a buffet, offering menus for the four continents. Princess Amaya took her time selecting the food. When she returned to their table, there was an extra person sitting with Donello.
"Chancellor, Gray, what a pleasant surprise." Amaya greeted him cheerfully.
Charles Gray gave Princess Amaya a lingering look. "I do not like too many people during meals." He stared at the Princess, then coughed lightly.
"You were not here earlier, so I asked Donello if I could share a table with you siblings, and he agreed," Charles Gray said casually as he picked up his coffee and took a sip.
Princess Amaya settled on a chair opposite Charles Gray. She only took a croissant, pancake, and a lot of fruits.
Charles Gray looked at her food selection. "The princess seemed to be picky. Are you on a diet?"
Princess Amaya was about to answer when she was interrupted.
"Charles, dear, you are here. I have been looking for you."
