Hera took the next few minutes to unpack her belongings. She was busily arranging her stuff to put them away neatly. She wasn't used to a disorganized space. She liked it when everything around her was kept where it should be and in good condition for easy access.
After unpacking, she decided to wash off in the bathroom that was specifically built on her own side of the bedroom. She had never been exposed to this sort of luxury in her entire life. When she was done, she wore a casual dress, sat down on her bed, and took in her supposed bedroom for the umpteenth time that afternoon. Just then she noticed the door and stood up to slide it open.
She twisted the doorknob and it gave way. Just like he said, she stepped into his bedroom. He wasn't joking when he said that he wasn't going to let her out of his sight because her room was intertwined with his. When he said next to his, she had thought that he meant side by side or opposite, but how wrong she had been. It wasn't side by side at all. Her room practically lived in his room.
"Oh dear God!" She whispered to herself. Her hands flew up to scratch her head nervously. She couldn't believe it. No wonder he was so calm about bringing her here. Bryce, the manipulator.
She should've known not to trust him more often. She should've learned to cross-check and double-check by now. Just as she tried to take in everything around her, she heard approaching footsteps. She quickly abandoned her thoughts and made for her side of the bedroom.
She heard the door open, and after a while, it was shut closed. Her brain registered that he was back. Her heart was thumping loudly. He wasn't even on her side of the bedroom, so why was she this nervous? Is this how it's going to be from now on? Maybe she should've just struggled harder to disagree rather than come here to live with him.
If given the chance to switch choices, would she have made the same choice or a different one? Because it seems like ever since she met Bryce, she has always been making choices that she normally wouldn't make if she were still in the convent. Was he a good or bad influence on her?
"Hera?" He called out to her. "Did you come into my bedroom?" He mused. His voice was a mixture of amusement and excitement, none of which felt reassuring at the moment.