-=Martina's Point of View=-
I woke up feeling slightly disoriented, and as I looked up, I was puzzled by the unfamiliar ceiling above me. Without getting out of bed, I scanned the room and realized that it was completely unknown to me.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Where am I?" It took a few moments before the memories came rushing back.
"I'm married."
The sudden realization cast a shadow over my mood, and when I glanced at my finger, there it was, undeniable evidence.
Resting on my ring finger was a simple gold band with an Alexandrite stone at its center, coincidentally my birthstone. I couldn't determine whether it was just a matter of chance or if this ring was indeed my wedding ring.
Strangely, as I continued to gaze at the ring, the weight on my heart seemed to lighten. If only I were married to someone I truly loved.
I let out a deep sigh and lay back in bed, reflecting on the events of the previous day. I couldn't shake off the fact that I was now married to someone like Zion. However, dwelling on spilled milk was pointless, as many people would say. But how could I move on when I was bound to him for eternity?
"Till death do us part."
A shiver ran down my spine as I recalled those words, particularly the way Zion had spoken them, as if he genuinely meant every word.
When we left the restaurant and arrived at this hotel, which happened to be Zion's usual residence in the city, numerous thoughts raced through my mind, including the anticipation of spending the night with him.
I had no idea if he would assert his husbandly rights, so I trembled with apprehension at the prospect of being alone with him in a room. Yet, to my surprise, the dreaded moment did not come to pass as we entered the penthouse.
He simply escorted me to my room and departed without uttering a word.
It occurred to me that he might be tired and in need of rest, or perhaps he no longer possessed that kind of passion, and I hoped it was the latter.
This brought me back to the question of why he chose to marry me, out of all people. Why was I the one? Did Fiona orchestrate this entire situation? And perhaps Zion would marry anyone, not specifically me.
These thoughts consumed my mind when I heard a knock on the door, prompting me to push them aside and rise from the bed to answer it.
"Good morning, mistress," greeted the maid, her voice filled with profound respect, as she prepared my morning bath. In their training, the servants were instructed not to meet their masters' gaze and to remain as inconspicuous as possible. They were only allowed to speak when spoken to, solely to respond to their masters' inquiries.
Some people associate the term "mistress" with the other woman in a married man's life. However, in reality, "mistress" is a term of respect for a married woman who holds power and authority. Not everyone is aware that "Mrs." is actually an abbreviation of "mistress," and the term has been used since the 17th century.
Clarita assisted me in getting ready, and it took approximately thirty minutes for me to bathe and dress. Afterward, she directed me to the location of the dining room.
Upon entering the dining room, Zion had not yet arrived, allowing me a moment to compose myself. However, when I caught sight of him, my anxiety resurfaced, particularly as he gazed directly at me, as though peering into the depths of my soul with his almost silver eyes.
"Did you sleep well?" he inquired as he settled into his seat.
Almost instantly, the servants began serving a delectable spread of food, offering a variety of delectable choices.
"Yes... yes," I responded, attempting to maintain composure but failing miserably.
"That's good. Get ready to depart in two hours," he stated, though I noticed he didn't partake in the food, aside from the crimson liquid he sipped, which I initially mistook for red wine.
"Where are we going?" I asked, feeling perplexed.
"We're going home," he replied, without sparing me a single glance.
I had no knowledge of his place of residence, as even the news offered no information on it.
I suppose it was inevitable. Given his status, such precautions were necessary for his protection. This served as a reminder that I was no longer an ordinary citizen; my position had changed since marrying Zion.
Internally, I debated whether or not to ask him if we could bring my father along, despite his prior instruction not to inquire about anything. However, I had to advocate for my father's well-being.
Fiona might or might not hire a nurse for my dad, but I believed I could care for him better than any nurse.
"Zion..." I murmured, yet once again, an unsettling sensation washed over me upon speaking his name.
"Yes?" he responded, sounding disinterested.
"Can we bring my dad with us?" I asked, filled with hope, only to be swiftly disappointed by his refusal.
I wanted to persuade him, but the firmness in his voice when he said "no" indicated that his decision was final. So, I chose to let the matter rest for now, but it didn't mean I would never bring it up again.
For the time being, I needed to follow his instructions and work on gaining his trust, so that I could later ask for his assistance in helping my father recover.
With little appetite, I excused myself after eating just a spoonful of food and returned to my room.
As soon as my head touched the pillow, drowsiness washed over me, prompting me to take a nap while waiting for our departure.
Around 8 a.m., the same maid informed me that I should prepare to leave. Since all my belongings were already packed, I freshened up, and within ten minutes, we made our way to the helipad, where a sleek, custom-made black helicopter awaited us.
The helicopter looked elegant and undoubtedly expensive. I could only imagine the significant cost associated with such a luxurious aircraft, but for someone like Zion, money seemed inconsequential.
It wouldn't surprise me if he owned the company that manufactured these types of extravagant helicopters. I suppose I should start getting accustomed to this level of opulence.
As I approached the helicopter, my eyes were drawn to an intriguing sight—a subtle dent etched onto one of the handles. It bore an uncanny resemblance to the impression of a hand, causing a surge of curiosity to flood my mind. I couldn't help but marvel at the precision of the design and the remarkable durability of the materials used in crafting this magnificent chopper. Yet, the presence of the dent challenged my understanding, leaving me astounded by the mysterious force that could have left such a mark. Though I didn't have enough time to dwell on it since Zion is waiting for me to get in the chopper.
"Comfort."
That was the word that best described the interior as I stepped inside. Apart from its lavish and streamlined design, the interior exuded a sense of comfort.
Once again, I opted to remain silent as we descended, allowing myself to gaze out at the towering buildings we passed by.
An hour had elapsed, yet we still hadn't reached our destination. Noticing that Zion had dozed off, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity and catch some sleep myself.
I was jolted awake by the sensation of someone staring at me. When I opened my eyes, I found Zion fixated on me. Once again, I detected the same emotion I witnessed at the church, but just like before, it vanished almost instantly.
"Have we arrived?" I inquired, turning my gaze towards the window. To my amazement, a breathtaking island came into view in the distance.
"Is that where you live?" I couldn't resist asking, and he nodded in response. I found myself lost in a daze, especially as I caught sight of the vast sea when I glanced back at the path we had traveled.
I couldn't even see any trace of land from where we had come. Glancing at the time, I realized that four hours had passed since I had fallen asleep, indicating that his island home was incredibly secluded from civilization.
-=Martina's Point of View=-After getting Zion's confirmation that the island I was looking for was indeed his home, I decided to keep my mouth shut.I feel like throwing up because of my nerves; just thinking that I will be alone on the island with my now-husband makes me feel sick.I always dreamed of marrying the man I love, just like in the fairy tale stories that my dad used to read to me when I was a child—someone I would love forever and who would love me for the rest of our lives—but because of what happened, it made me realize that fairy tales are just for kids, ignorant of how the world really works."Cruel."The world is cruel, and so are the people living in it. There might be people who tend to live an honest life, but there are more people who will do everything just to take advantage of those innocent people.Take me, for example. If I weren't too weak and powerless, then I wouldn't be forced to be wed to someone I didn't love. If I had the money, the power, and the inf
-=Martina's Point of View=- I'm not sure if it was because of my nerves, the stress I've been through, the anxiety I felt and kept on feeling, or maybe all of those emotions, which made me feel exhausted, and after just a few minutes of lying down in bed, I felt my eyelids getting heavy, and I let myself drift into oblivion. It felt like I just closed my eyes when a sudden knock on my door awoke me, and before I could respond to it, the door opened, revealing the same kid maid who I caught looking at me earlier. "Good afternoon, mistress. Master Zion ordered me to fetch you, so you can both have a late lunch," she said, trying to maintain a poker face, but behind it, I could still detect a particular curiosity behind her blue eyes. "It's fine." She courteously introduced herself as Annie and told me that from now on, she would be my personal helper. She then started helping me get ready, and even though I told her that I could manage, she insisted that it was her job to assist me
-=Martina's Point of View=-On the outside, I looked calm and composed, but deep inside, my every nerve was screaming from the fear and intimidation I was feeling because of this old man, who happened to be my husband.Every inch of my body is telling me to run away and to get as far as possible away from Zion, but I remained standing and still did not dare to show any nerves.He just nodded as he finally took his eyes away from me, giving me a chance to take a deep breath as if it could help me calm down.I silently took the seat that Annie motioned for me to take, and just a few minutes later, the helpers served our food.I couldn't help but notice that most of the food served is my favorite, and because of that, I couldn't stop myself from looking in Zion's direction, who is totally emerged in his drink and had a few bites on his plate."Did he prepare these all for me?" I couldn't help but wonder, but immediately dismissed that thought, thinking that even though I'm already his wi
-=Martina's Point of View=- We finally left the castle around four in the afternoon, and I couldn't help but get excited after finally getting out of that place. Like I've said, I felt like that castle was more of a prison than a home, and now that I finally had the chance to step outside and explore the island—well, at least the pond that Annie told me about—I felt a sense of freedom somehow. "You seem more relaxed." I was awakened when I heard Annie's comment, and when I looked at her, the smile on my face widened, and I looked at her appreciatively. "What made you say that?" I asked tentatively, still unsure if I could be honest with her since she's hired by Zion, meaning her loyalty would be with Zion. "I don't know; you appeared uptight when we were at the castle, but now you look calm and relaxed," she explained. I didn't know how to respond to her observation, so I decided to just keep my mouth shut, and after a few minutes had passed without me responding, she decided to
-=Martina's Point of View=- I woke up the following morning feeling refreshed and energized, I didn't imagine I could wake up feeling like this. A smile appeared on my lips when I remembered the trip Annie and I had to the pond. I couldn't wait for us to return to that place, and this time, I promised myself that I would try swimming in the pond. I also remembered her stories about their community on the southern part of the island, and I promised myself that I would visit that place, with Zion's approval, of course. After a few minutes of spacing out, I suddenly remembered the western part where I was not supposed to go, the place that is dangerous according to Annie. She didn't go into detail about the danger, but it was clear how serious it was because her own group avoided that area with an unshakeable resolution, which made me wonder whether she was really telling the truth. A nagging feeling, though, persisted that there might be more to the story than what was revealed. I
-=Martina's Point of View=-"Are you alright, Martina?" I was awoken from my deep thoughts when I heard Annie's voice.We are currently on our way to the place where she was taking me. She didn't tell me where it was and just told me to follow her."Nothing," I denied, but the look that Annie gave me indicated that she didn't believe me."Were you still thinking about Master Zion?" she asked."Of course not!" I immediately denied it."Ok, well, just in case, just like his assistant told you, this happened before, so you don't have to be worried about it. Yes, he's an old man, but he's stronger than the usual older people," she said.This brings me back to the peculiar things I noticed during the reception of our wedding: his strength and even his speed, which are not normal to older people, heck even to the younger generations, but I decided to put them at the back of my mind.“Will you marry someone like Zion if he asks you to marry him?" I suddenly asked, really curious about how sh
-=Martina's Point of View=-Annie decided to leave me in this garden. She said that she needed to do something, but I think she just wanted to give me the privacy I needed, especially after what happened earlier, which I immediately agreed to and appreciated.I waited for Annie to leave, and when I was certain that it was only me in this garden, I returned my gaze to the tulips.Like what I told her, being with the Semper Augustus made me feel like my mother was with me, and even though I was alone on this island with practically strangers, I felt like I wouldn't be that lonely anymore.After learning that this tulip is my mom's favorite, it also became my favorite, but even without my mom appreciating this flower, you couldn't help but admire the beauty and sophistication of this flower.It has the appearance of red feather-like patterns, reminiscent of a phoenix emerging from a snowy terrain. It leaves anyone who sees it in awe due to its vivid crimson flares, which create a spectac
-=Martina's Point of View=-I was still feeling a little bit drowsy when I woke up, and it took me a couple of minutes to finally clear my mind. After doing so, I looked at the clock on the wall of my room and was stunned when I saw that it was already five in the afternoon, which only meant that I had slept for more or less four hours.I didn't plan to sleep that long and only wanted to take a nap since I was still planning to go back to the garden and look at those tulips again, but I guess it's already too late for me to do that considering the time.Dinner will be served at exactly six p.m. and if I still insist on going to the garden, I won't have enough time to enjoy my time in the garden, and there is also a big possibility that I might return late for dinner."Oh, well," I thought to myself, and I decided to just stay in my room until I was summoned for dinner."What to do?" I kept muttering to myself while looking at the inside of my room.Actually, there are lots of things t