I had a very long dream. In that dream, I was walking down the sidewalk of a city street filled with all sorts of people. I was holding my cup of milk tea while texting on my phone. Then suddenly, a commotion took place. People screamed and ran in fear causing a stampede where the weaker ones ended up falling onto the ground and died after a number of people have stepped on them.
Afraid of becoming a victim of others' reckless escape, I stuck to the wall behind and protruding pillar of a store. Out of curiosity, I peeked at the center of the commotion. There I saw a man dressed in fantasy like attire. He looked like a knight with bright red hair. I couldn't see his face clearly, but he was tall, really tall. Everyone appeared to reach at most his shoulder. He was holding a bloodied sword, a broad sword that looked heavier than my whole person.
Everyone was running because a pile of cut down corpses were littered around him. He had cut people into halves. And he stood there aloof, unaffected by everything around him.
Nausea consumed me when I saw the scene. I couldn't help but vomit, my cup of milk tea has long spilled on the ground, my vision turning hazy, my head feeling dizzy.
Why the heck?
After recovering, all I could ever think about was to run away. But as soon as I stood properly, I saw him. Standing in front of me, looking at me directly at me. I felt my heart constrict in fear. I knew for certain that the man in front of me was a dangerous man.
"Found you at last." The man spoke. I was too dizzy to clearly see his appearance. "Why did you run away? Did you think you could escape me?"
He suddenly moved closer making me want to stay as far away as possible from his figure. But I was confined to the very place I took refuge in. In my stupor, all I could feel was the cold wall against my back.
"Didn't I tell you? You can't escape me. I'll search for you even in the deepest parts of hell." He spoke as he reached his hand out to touch my face.
"Don't touch me!" I shouted in reflex due to fear. His hand froze mid air. Then he suddenly chuckled with a deep tone.
"You haven't changed."
Suddenly, he took hold of my waist as he leaned down towards me, his face inching down on mine. Tears flooded my gaze as I felt nothing but foreign hopelessness at the situation.
Before our lips could touch, I woke up. My body slick with sweat, chest in great pain as I struggled to breath.
"Your Grace!"
"The Grand Duchess has awakened!"
"The Grand Duchess has awakened!"
They said I had a nightmare. A terrible one. I was screaming and struggling from something as I slept, nearly scaring my attendants to death. I myself couldn't even remember what I dreamed of.
"How do you feel now?" My husband spoke with a gentle voice despite his cold and aloof exterior.
"I feel fine." I smiled weakly in response. As my gaze lingered on his long red hair, a dull ache pierced through my head making me wince and tremble in his arms.
"Cecil?" My husband sounded alarmed. "Call the physician in! At once!"
The last thing I remember was my husband holding me closely as he carried me in his arms, frantically making his way to somewhere unknown to me.
As the dull ache faded, I couldn't help but feel funny about me finally accepting the fact that I am married to a man despite being a man myself.
As a foreigner of this world, this man is my only solace. My greatest ally if nothing goes wrong. If things go wrong and he finally discovers the truth, he'll be my greatest enemy.
If that time comes, I'd probably just kill myself.
Just kidding. I am not Cecilia. I may have forgotten my true name but I have aelf-awareness. I am me. And I am not the type to give so soon.
And if the worst case possible occurs, I'd pro kill him before he could even have the chance to kill me.
#SurvivingAsHisHatedHusband
