Another World

✨~5~✨

Once he was close enough he sat down beside me and took out a sling bag he had been carrying, which I never noticed. I racked my brain trying to think of how to tell him what had happened.

"The Baron and his wife found out about my job and in his anger he threw his tea at me." I told him while he seemed to be rummaging through his bag, looking for something.

He showed no reaction to what I was saying so I continued. "The Baroness, that wicked woman took my bag, which had my money." I clicked my tongue.

"But!" I quickly added so he didn't worry. "I kept Sylvia's letter and the necklace hidden." I told him pulled one hand from my back and patted my dress. He only glanced at me then but still didn't say anything.

"Ah, I found it." He said as he pulled some things out of his bags. It was a small bottle of some kind of liquid and bandages.

He sat closer to me. "Bring me your hands." He said and I held out my hands for him and he began treating my hands.

He worked quietly and I wondered where he learned to treat wounds so well.

My heart warmed at him helping me. I was already feeling grateful that I had someone to talk to in the unstable state that I was in. Helping Malakai get to the Palace was a goal to keep me moving forward and it felt like it gave me a reason to be in this world in the first place.

"When I lived in the Royal Palace. I would get wounds like this all the time. So, my mom ended up teaching me how to treat myself." He spoke as he bandaged my hands.

That's right. Malakai got the same treatment that I did today, consistently. My heart ached for him. Right now he was just just kid who couldn't even enjoy growing up. What about then?

He didn't speak any more than that and I thought that he was done.

I realized that my situation and his were quite similar, if anything his was worse.

Once he was done he looked at me straight in my eyes. "When I always got hurt like this or received bad treatment from others, my mom always said to me that the best revenge you can give them is to survive."

I smiled at him and what he was saying. He was trying his best to comfort me and I appreciated it.

"Thank you, Malakai." Since we met I've been calling him 'Your Highness' out of respect and status. But I felt like we just got closer and we could each be someone we could rely on.

When I said his name he just 'mhmmed' and turned his face and I could see his ears were red. I laughed, his reaction was the same as some of the younger, more shy kids I stayed with at the orphanage in my previous life whenever I thanked them.

Author, how could you kill off such a sweet boy? I'll most definitely make sure he survives.

***

It was night time now and me and Malakai had stayed in my room the whole day, preparing to leave. Not a single person came by which I was grateful for.

"Can you really use magic?" I asked him with pure wonder in my eyes.

After Malakai helped me with my wounds, we instantly got closer. I had mistakenly brushed off that he had an invisible magic cloak but now I wanted to hear all about it.