His Smile

ATHENA’S POV

Death came for me in the forms of my parents but then it told me to hold on a bit that it was not my time just yet. It was however good to see my parents again. My heart ached knowing I could not be with them once again.

I got another doze of Nero’s hate for me. But did I hate him? Honestly, no. Do I want to hate him? With everything in me.

Our relationship was at the point where I wanted to go the other direction but I am forced to walk in the same one as him.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was not in my bed. I knew I wasn’t good to be. My head felt tight. I lifted a hand to touch the spot that bled earlier on to feel a cloth in its place

I forced myself up, and I sat up. With my head heavy, I dragged myself from the bed only to be hit by a big wave of dizziness. I sat back down to let the wave pass and got back on my feet when it did.

Using the walls like I did when I was bleeding, I walked out of Nero’s chamber in search of a maid to have his sheets washed be