Chapter Sixty-Six: Gossiping Demon

James rolled his eyes when his nanny's eyes lit up in hope for him.

Yes, his own nanny held no hope for his love life and she was quite bright to see Clair's interest in him.

Lady Weld then gave him the new key to the lock and left to make sure no one would disturb their time.

"You're welcome." Clair proudly said as they walked inside the room.

"Wow, thank you. Lady Weld needed a companion to help her badmouth me."

"It was an honor." Clair then looked to the modern built room.

Among the old design outside, this one was much more different.

There was a kitchen, a small sitting area, and on top of a tall platform was a bed with black bed sheets.

Beside it was a glass door that led to the large shower.

"Your shower is the size of my room," Clair commented.

"Yes. rooms are quite large here. This is not my room but a resting place where I go when I need some time to myself."

"I would come here every day if I were you as well." Clair agreed and looked at the cupboard filled with different candies and treats.

"Not shareable." James shook his head.

"Should I complain to Lady Weld about this? I will not marry a man who refuses to feed me candy. I love candy!"

"Well….technically we are already married."

"Well, technically, this marriage can't be fully accepted unless there is a ceremony. It is a royal wedding after all."

"Unless you have any other lady consider?"

"No." He rolled his eyes and opened the cupboard.

"How kind of you! I'll try to put in some kind words for you with Lady Weld. She's quite a unique lady. I like her."

James mumbled a curse knowing damn well Lady Weld would gang up with Clair to bully him. He would keep them apart!

"Do you want to change? The fireplace is on, it will get warmer in here."

"Sure! Do you have anything I can wear?" She asked. "The clothes are a bit small, your highness. Too tight around the chest area, I feel like I'm suffocating." She added with a teasing tone.

Actually, she was lying because she wanted to wear one of his shirts, but it was still a bit tight so it wasn't a complete lie.

"One, James will do just fine and two you should have told me earlier. I'll get a bathrobe for you."

"Eh, Lewis sounds better."

"No, not happening!" He shook his head and headed inside the bathroom to pick out his bathrobe and give it to her.

"Oh, come on, Lewis is a pleasant name. Why do you resent it so much?"

"Not happening!" he yelled from the bathroom, refusing to accept it.

Clair chuckled and sat down on the comfortable sofa. Her mouth turned into an 'O' when she saw the huge tv in front of her.

Whoa, she wanted to play so many movies there.

She then looked for the controller sneakily.

When she heard James coming back, she placed her hands behind her back and asked, "It's too big, isn't it? You know what I grew rather a fan of your shirts."

"I have some in the closet, use them." He answered, narrowing his eyes.

"Great!" Clair then walked into the open closet full of his clothes.

"Ooh," Her eyes wandered everywhere in amusement.

"Whoever said you're plain is totally wrong. You're a fashion master, please wear these outfits often."

"It does not suit the occasions I attend." He responded.

"Then wear it for me."

She heard him chuckle in response, and with a smile; she removed her clothes.

When she was only in her underwear, she glanced at him from across the room. She watched him put down some snacks on the coffee table in front of the sofa and turn on the tv.

"Yes, I love movie nights." She mumbled.

She was about to remove her bra for her comfort, but when she felt someone's eyes on her, she turned her head around.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He turned his head and continued setting up snacks.

'I'll spare him.' She smirked and picked out one of his t-shirts. It reached her thighs and was super comfortable.

It also had his scent.

"Are you sure you're a fan of my shirts and not me?"

"Nope, it's definitely the shirts." Clair put on his slippers, and she noticed and folded her clothes nicely.

When she was done, she closed the closet door and headed towards him.

She was completely unaware of just how comfortable she was around him and how she had arrived at the room he treasures the most in this palace and had taken over it.

Not that he minded, it was nice to see her so comfortable in his place and around him. Yes, he enjoyed the invasion.

James turned off the lights and turned on the lamps.

He then tossed her a pillow and blanket.

While she opened their snacks, he removed his coat and his shoes.

He then walked towards her and sat down.

He watched her switch her position in criss-cross applesauce one and look down at her snacks like a small child, content with its candy.

"You know, your social skills aren't as bad as Lady Weld says them to be."

"You think so?"

"Hmm, I can actually relate. When I met my father and my brother, I was different, much different from now. I didn't know how it felt to be loved and- anyway, the point is they urged me to learn social skills 'cus I was too frigid."

"I was mad and didn't want to talk with people, so I locked myself up for three days and watched endless movies, and tv shows. And that's how I made friends with Yaci, Jennifer, and other people I hold dear to me. I think it helped!"

"Oh, I understand why you compare everything to movies now." James shook his head and laughed.

"What? They base movies on real-life, sure they might exaggerate a few things but not everything." Clair defended herself.

"I guess I must learn too." James nodded his head, staring into her eyes for a bit and then clearing his throat.

He looked at the tray with a letter on it, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"What are those?"

"Invitations probably." James reached out to them and read through the name of the senders.

"It's an invitation to a birthday banquet from last year, from Lady Blair Bradberry…." He read.

"Oh, heck no! Don't mention that gossiping demon in front of me." Clair glared at him.

"That's a very accurate description of her. Have you met her?" James asked in amusement.

"Humph!"