Caged

Chapter 26 : Cold morning in Paris

          
            We arrived Paris by evening and I had a lot of mixed feelings about it. I was both sad that the journey was over and glad that we were finally in Paris, may I addd in one piece!. That is the most important thing. But either ways, we were still being careful.
There is something about the way the environment looked more lovely at night time. Back in London by now, shops were closing and everyone would be rushing home  as working hours were over and trust me, it was chaotic but over here,it seemed like the day had just began and everyone looked a bit too eager. Paris is a home of so many things and the one which I loved so much is it's freedom. It was a place for art and culture and vigor and bluntness.

" if you are finished day dreaming, the chariot awaits" hale said dryly without trying to hide his impatience. I got in without much argument and continued to stare out the window. The way the street lamps lit up the night sky was rather enchanting. As the ride went on, I kept my nose glued to the window, ready to catch on anything exciting that was going on and i did feed my eyes. There were street performers at every corner, showcasing their various talents. Both the normal and the crazy ones. I laughed out loud as I saw a fire dancer who burnt his bottom while performing.

"We are here"
.........

"What do you mean we are still sharing the same bedroom, "

we had just gotten into the hotel and sir stone face here was telling me that we had to stay in the same suit and I was not having it.

" we are supposed to be married, woman, a happily married couple cannot book separate hotel rooms most of all in Paris, that never happens so get your act together !"

" you are missing the point here, we could keep it a secret and if you can afford a mini titanic, you could surely buy the receptionists silence. no one would know!!!!!!!!"

" I don't know if you noticed but I am quite a public figure around here, that is easily not possible. Even if the receptionist doesn't speak, they are countless people lurking at every corner " he was right, I wasn't blind, I did notice the countless stares we got as we walked about and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched but after previous incidents, I could not bear for history to repeat itself.

"But still we-

"Would it kill you not be stubborn for just one minute!?"

"This has nothing to do with being stubborn or not" I said refusing to back down

"Then why do u fail hopelessly to agree with my logical explanation.,Or are you just scared?"

" me ?! scared? Of course not! Scared of what exactly?!" I asked trying hard not to look as flustered as I felt

"Of being alone with me, again "
He said smirking as he pranced towards me in a manner that reminded me of a predictors lurking around its prey, "or rather still of seeing me , all of me again" he continued
And just like that,his pride broke the spell. And I scoffed In the most mocking manner I could manage.

"Why would I be scared of that?, Its not like I haven't seen better"
I replied proudly Lying through my teeth and desperately trying to look believable (because incase you have failed to notice, no , I had not seen better, not ever) and with the speed the smirk dropped from his stoic face,I think I pulled it off.
Take that! Ambrose ego! I walked past him with my head held high, basking in the glory of tonight's victory. Good job Xavier, you made the man speechless.
I woke up shivering, it was the early hours of the morning.the weather was much more colder than I had expected for mid September but then again this was Paris. I walked towards the window and felt the goosebumps crawl up my skin as another wave of wind passed. Hurriedly, I locked the windows and put the cotton down but 10 minutes and 2 cover blankets later told me I was wasting my time. So I got off from the bed with a blanket in hand and headed to fire place. It was sure to be warmer there.
I saw him sitting in front of the hearth, the lanterns illuminated his frame and he seemed so lost in his thoughts , too lost that he failed to hear me sneak up behind him.