Chapter 14: Bom's POV – The Hug of Death
When I first walked into that room, I thought: "This is gonna be fun for me ."
Mess with the king. Steal a blanket. Maybe whisper weird things in his ear. You know—classic bedtime Handsome Bom behavior.
And to be fair… it started well.
We had a blanket war. I won, obviously. Victory tasted warm and cotton-soft.
Regis eventually passed out like a stressed-out royal burrito that was funny. but That's when the real chaos began.
I turned to face him, ready to start the teasing war. But instead—
His hands suddenly landed on my face.
"Faye," he whispered, eyes still closed, "your face is so soft its beautifull…"
I froze.
Okay. First of all—thank you. My face is soft i know. Great skin care. But second of all—I'm not Faye, you weirdo!
I gently peeled his royal big paws off my cheeks and turned him over to face the wall. He sighed contentedly and mumbled:
"Your hair, Faye… it smells so good…"
Then he started sniffing. Sniffing. My. Hair.
I blinked at the ceiling like it would save me from regis . Hector was right—he talks in his sleep. A lot even ...
I closed my eyes, ready to sleep.
Bad choice.
He started crying. Like real, messy, baby crying. Tears and all.
"Dad," he sobbed, "why did you leave me? I'm still a baby…"
A baby? You're pushing thirty. Calm down, emotionally delayed king.
Then—he turned tragic.
"Faye… she died… and came back. If something happens to her again… I can't… I can't take it…" he crie again ...
He screamed so loud, a servant actually knocked on our door.
"Please, sirs," the poor man begged, "keep it down. This is a family motel , here ! ."
I didn't even have the energy to reply. Me. Me. Bom. Speechless. I've hit rock bottom.
I slumped back into bed. Finally, sleep came—
And then Regis wrapped his entire body around me like a desperate octopus.
His grip was so tight, I swear if I wasn't immortal, my soul would've left the building. He just held on. All night. No movement. Just cling mode activated.
I didn't sleep a second. Not even 15 minutes.
But weirdly enough, he stopped crying and mumbling once he latched on to me. So… I just let it happen. Not because I cared, obviously. Just—silence was nice.
Finally, sunrise. Hope.
Faye knocked on the door cheerfully:
"Hey! Wake up, sleeping princess~"
I croaked, "Faye… open the door and help me, please…"
She opened it, battle-ready, striking a high kick pose. "What happened?! Who do I need to kick?"
Then she saw us.
She froze.
Regis was still hugging me. Shirtless. Peaceful.
Then the Three Musketeers entered, one after another.
And in perfect harmony, like a choir of shocked knights:
"GASP."
I could only stare at the ceiling and whisper:
"…I hate mornings."