Chapter 38: The Rage of the Guardians

POV Richard

I woke up without waiting for the chimes of six o'clock in the morning, and without a doubt, there is no better alarm clock than the euphoria of a new day when the dream is close to becoming reality. It gets us in higher spirits than drinking a whole barrel of wine and sets us running just as if we were going to see the results of an important bet.

I jump out of bed, and the valises and trunks being ready, I worry first about my shower, and next would be breakfast. It will be our first with family, and I will be kind enough to allow Selena to use cutlery only today. But in the future, I will be intolerant of the rules of etiquette, and if necessary, there will be punishments to eliminate that wild side of my sweet, future disgraced wife once and for all.

Thinking about them is as much fun as imagining what Alfred's face must look like when he wakes up and receives the sad news from last night. Or that he would never wake up again, or at least while we were in Skyfall. I do