Chapter 12: Regis' POV – The Room Dilemma
We stopped for the night in a rustic place near the edge of Zarethune's inner city—half motel , half tavern. The kind of place where the wood creaked, the lanterns burned with enchanted blue fire, and the stone walls wore ivy like old battle scars , for sure there is all kind of spiders here ugh ...
The building was called The Wandering Feather,they must changed to automatic headache from the clients loud noises ... , and it looked like it had survived three wars or maybe even four , a flood thats sure, and maybe a dragon also a witches battle i guess . Inside, it smelled of roasted meat, old parchment, and something spicy I couldn't place. The furniture was a mix of carved oak and salvaged ruins—chairs mismatched, tables wobbly, but it had warmth. It felt lived in , so for now lets say its our best chance !
We sat around a round table, trying to enjoy what the innkeeper called noodles from the Skyroot Marsh—chewy, spiced, and steaming.
Faye took a bite and smiled. "These noodles are so good,yummy !."
Bom, with a full mouth, mumbled, "I love this so much ," then followed it with an obnoxiously wet and loud chewing sound.
I slammed my fist on the table. "Stop that sound, Bom."
He leaned in close and repeated it directly in my ear. "This sound?" CHHhhkk—slrp—chchchch crunch.
I flinched. "Bommm!"
Bob burst into laughter, almost choking on his drink.
As usual, Hector and Clavis sat stiff and silent—like trained statues built from stone and honor.
Faye crossed her arms. "Alright, eat, and then sleep. You guys fight too much."
Bob chimed in between bites, "So… there are only three rooms left tonight. How are we splitting?"
I shrugged. "Easy. A room for Faye obviously she is the only woman in our team , one for me, and one for the rest of you."
Bom squinted. "Wait. You get a room alone while the four of us squeeze into a closet?, thats a no for me ! "
Bob pointed at me. "Yeah! That's not fair. At least share your room with someone."
I raised an eyebrow. "I'm the king. Remember?" i pointed to myself !
Clavis looked up, calm and cold. "With all due respect, Your Majesty, Bob's right. We'll need rest tomorrow. Four men in one small room isn't wise."
Faye grinned and reached for my hand. "Be kind, Regis. Just this once."
Her fingers wrapped around mine. My face heated like a forge. I couldn't breathe. I was melting.
Bob leaned toward Bom, whispering, "He's going to cave."
Bom whispered back, "He's already caved."
I groaned. "Fine. Hector, you're with me."
Hector shook his head slowly. "Respectfully, my king, you talk nonstop in your sleep. I need full energy tomorrow."
I turned to Clavis.
He ignored me, chewing his food with intensity.
Bob stood up suddenly. "I need fresh air." He bolted for the door like it was life or death.
My voice cracked. "You're all abandoning me? You can't leave me with Bom right is a joke huh ? . He kissed me last time we were alone!" I sounded like a desperate child begging for candy.
Bom smiled. "I'd be happy to repeat it," he said sweetly, eyes wide like a fake puppy.
I panicked. "Someone help me! Please."
Hector stood. "Me, Clavis, and Bob will take room 11."
Faye waved. "I'm in room 13."
Clavis said flatly, "Then Your Highness and Bom will share room 17."
I stood up. "No! I'm your king. I order you—"
They all vanished upstairs like a coordinated escape mission.
Bom leaned in, mocking a royal salute. "Yep. Very commanding. Your knights are loyal, or maybe you really do talk too much in your sleep. Cute."
I yelled loud enough to shake the floorboards. "Don't. Call. Me. Cute again! ."
Bom giggled, squeezing my cheeks. "Let's go to our room, cutie."
I swatted his hands away and stormed off. Tonight was going to be a nightmare.