3~ |Life With The Elf King: Part 01|

 

"Hey." A deep voice echoed throughout the room. When the voice's owner didn't receive the reaction he wanted, he repeated—this time, with the company of his foot kicking the sofa. "Hey, servant. Wake up."

Sean stirred in his sleep, trying to block the noise away from penetrating his eardrums. It took him quite a while last night to adjust and fell asleep in this constricted area, yet he is now being woken up by none other than the person who has caused his misery in the first place.

"What?" he replied with a hoarse voice; his eyes remained closed, for he didn't want to answer at first. But judging from the relentless kick, he knew ignoring wouldn't be practical.

"I'm hungry."

Seriously?! This guy! Just because he saved me, he thinks he has the authority to boss me around? Wait, did he even save me at all? He complained at the back of his head, but he didn't speak out his mind.

"Go find yourself something to eat in the fridge," he said groggily as he waved his hand to dismiss the one bothering him.

"What's a fridge?"

The question made a deep yet inaudible long growl escape from his lips. Knowing it'd make him naturally wide awake after finishing explaining everything to Oswin, he decided to give up on his beauty sleep.

"Please sit tight and await your meal, King of Elf. This servant will go and make something for you." He glared at the tall figure in front of him as he sat up.

"It's good that you know your place." Oswin sat down and smirked proudly as if he couldn't sense the sarcasm hidden behind his word, for no one had dared to talk to him this way before.

Sean rolled his eyes and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. After freshening up, he went to the kitchen and looked for something light to cook. Although it was a small fridge, the inside still looked spacious, for there wasn't lots of food stored. Luckily, there was still some stuff left to make breakfast to solve the problem for the morning. Taking out a big bowl of leftover rice from the other night, two eggs, and a bag of frozen mixed vegetables from the freezer, he put on an apron and thought about what he could make out of those ingredients.

Fried rice should be fine, he murmured to himself with a nod.

He pulled out a pan and put it on the stove. Turning the gas to low, he watched the butter melting and sizzling under the heat when a deep voice reverberated from the other side of the room, making not only the pan but his temper hot.

"Hey, is it done yet? I'm hungry." Oswin's voice echoed from the living room.

Sean closed his eyes and took a deep breath, refraining from using the spatula he held to commit a murder. "It'll be done soon, your highness majesty," he shouted back once he finally calmed down and opened his eyes to begin the cooking.

While tossing and turning the garlic with the sizzling butter on the hot pan, Sean recalled back to what brought the elf king to his house in the first place.

Flashback to last night

"I'm Oswin Alvingham, the king of the elf," said Oswin, looking all high and mighty as he announced his identity.

"Who did you say you are?" Sean asked, shocked to hear such a sentence. He lived in California for almost two decades, but never once had he ever heard such nonsense.

"Why do mortals here like me to repeat myself so much? I said I'm Oswin Alvingham, the king of the elf."

Sean sighed and shook his head. Inwardly, he was sympathizing with the tall figure before him. How cruel the world is to give someone only with the look but not the mind.

It's a tremendous waste to have such a flawless appearance on a total blockhead, he thought, looking at Oswin with eyes full of pity.

"Why are you still standing? You're supposed to bow before your king," said Oswin in a threatening voice, yet he found it chucklesome instead.

"Okay. I bow before the greatest king of all." He made a gesture of bowing, trying his best to stifle a laugh. "Now, if the king is kind enough to tell me where his house is, I'll catch a cab for him."

"I don't get what you're saying. What's a cab? What's the house?" Oswin furrowed his brows in confusion.

Sean felt so suffocated inside, but he discreetly bit his lower lip and endured the frustration brought to him by the proclaimed elf king. Forcing a smile, he calmly started an explanation. "A cab is an automated vehicle that helps transport people from one place to another, while a house is where we live. You know, with walls, roofs, and a bed. More like that. In short, it's where we sleep."

"I still don't get the first one, but I somehow seem to get the latter. But I don't live in a house. I live in a castle. I have a private chamber. That's where I sleep," said Oswin.

Is this guy testing my patience?! Sean complained inwardly. He wanted nothing more than to groan or maybe scream to release his frustration. Still, he fought them all back as he plastered a smile and continued to speak in a calm tone. "Well, then where is that castle of yours located, your highness?" he asked aloud.

"Ethelred Forest, East of Achaikos, Kingdom of Aldous."

Sean almost fell to the ground upon hearing these hard-to-pronounce words. "This guy really takes a heavy blow to the head from birth," he muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?!" snapped Oswin.

"Oh, nothing. This servant said nothing at all, your majesty." Sean hurried to correct himself after seeing the dangerous aura emitting from Oswin's eyes.

This guy's hearing is off the chart! Sean thought to himself, for he no longer dared to say the words out loud. Lifting his hand to look at his wristwatch, it surprised him to see how late it was. He needed to go home and sleep. However, he couldn't just leave this guy out on the street alone.

If I leave this guy alone, he'll either get beaten to death because of his attitude, or he'll end up in hot news. Sean thought as he looked at Oswin. It seems I am left with only one last choice.

"Your highness, you must be tired. How about we go and get you rested for the night?"

End of flashback

"Right. This is how the magnificent king grants me an honor visit to my little nest," muttered Sean as he scooped the fried rice into two awaiting plates. "Well, I have no one to blame. I'm the one who has brought this upon myself, anyway," he sighed.

Putting on a smile, he carried the plates out to the kitchen before calling for Oswin, who was sitting patiently on the sofa. "Your majesty, may I invite your greatest presence to the dining table? Breakfast is ready."

"What is that weird-looking, colorful but kinda brown little thing?" Oswin asked the moment his eyes landed on the fried rice Sean placed before him.

<TO BE CONTINUED>