Chapter 720 It Was All Curiosity
"How is she?" Amon asked Casimir who had just gone out of the private tent where the woman who kept on calling him Osman was resting.
"She'll wake up soon," Casimir remarked with a raised brow. "She's currently unconscious, probably from exhaustion or too much shock. After all, she looked like she had seen a ghost in you."
"How is that woman from earlier?" his mother, Mona, suddenly interrupted as soon as she approached them.
"She's fine, Queen Mother," Casimir promptly replied, repeating his same points. "Like I said to His Majesty, she'll wake up soon."
Nodding, Amon watched as his mother then looked around before quietly pulling him and Casimir away at a safe distance from the others.
"She probably knows of your past, Son," his mother remarked as soon as they were away from prying eyes. "She looks like she really knew you."
Amon remained silent. As far as he could tell, no one knew his past about how her mother found him in the Dead Sea with the help of her mermaid friends. It was a good thing that he had his mother's mermaid blood which kept him alive underwater for days even though he was unconscious.
From there, afraid that Devon would find out about him, his mother then made sure to erase all traces of his existence. He woke up with no memory of his past after being unconscious for months, and both he and his mother didn't even make an attempt to find out about his past life due to more pressing matters like the important goal her mother had entrusted him.
Despite having only woken up back then, Amon didn't hesitate in trusting his mother's words. He really felt in his heart that she was his mother, and he could only guess that it was because of the blood bond they shared as a family.
"She called you Osman. Maybe that was your name in the past, Son," his mother further commented. "Still, now that Devon is dead, you're actually free to find out more about your past before you came here… But that doesn't mean we should just trust anyone that easily," Mona chimed in with a shrug. "I mean, she could be a fake, right?"
Nodding, Amon took his mother's words seriously as he said, "Let's observe her some more and wait till she wakes up. It'll be better and safer that we don't put our guard down around her so easily and be deceived by her outer appearance."
Beside him, the knowing and teasing look his mother gave him didn't escape his eyes, and he literally turned red at the insinuation. Then again, the woman who called him Osman did have a very alluring body that would make anyone…
Amon gulped as he deliberately shook his head. He couldn't believe he even had the time to recall how that woman's nakedness had graced his eyes… His face then soured at the thought that he wasn't the only one who witnessed her glorious…
"Amon!" his mother called out to him to the point that she had to wave her hand over his face to get his attention. She then chuckled, "Look at you zoning out!"
Amon simply shrugged as he looked around. "Has everyone settled in?"
"Yes, and everyone is definitely talking about the unknown naked woman and how she called you Osman…" Mona added.
Amon simply nodded at that before then saying to Casimir and his mother, "You two should eat dinner first. I'll wait for her to wake up."
For some reason, he wanted to be the one to personally guard her tent. Not that he'd say that out loud.
"Alright then," Casimir nodded. "Call me as soon as I'm needed, but I doubt that would be the case. She's a healthy werewolf, last I checked."
Amon nodded in return as he simply watched the retreating back of the two elders. Sitting comfortably near the tent where there was a fire, he watched in silence as a servant roasted some rabbits for him.
He had no appetite to eat yet, however. Maybe because he was still full. So instead of eating, he asked for some wine to accompany his wait. Besides, he felt like he needed a bit of alcohol to process what just happened a while ago.
Casually swirling his drink, Amon fell into a train of various thoughts as he wondered if whether or not the woman was telling the truth and if he truly was the Osman she knew.
"You look bothered, Your Majesty," Rendon commented as he handed him another bottle of wine and some beets to chew on.
Amon sighed deeply as he set down the glass he was swirling in favor of grabbing the opened bottle and directly drinking from it. He had a high tolerance for alcohol, he found, and he couldn't help but wonder at times if he was actually a drunkard in his past life.
"Do you think she truly knows you?" Rendon asked.
Amon eyed Rendon. There were some people that he and his mother trusted to know the whole story of how he had no recollection of his past and how and where he was found. While others weren't even aware of anything except the fact that his mother's lost child was finally found and returned, there were others that knew the truth… That he was the true heir of the crown and Helionians' last hope.
"She looks like she really knows you. She even sounded like the two of you were previously lovers," Rendon hummed as he turned to look at the tent that currently housed the woman.
"Did you know that I sneaked some sleeping potion in Samari's water to calm her down earlier?" He then clicked his tongue and annoyingly mumbled, "I still can't believe that Father's accommodating Samari's whims. I'm not here to babysit for her!"
Amon chuckled at Rendon's sentiments.
"You're not even answering me…" Rendon pouted.
"I really don't know as well, Rendon," he plainly answered.
"How about your gut feeling then? Didn't you feel anything when you saw her…" Rendon asked back. "Most of our men's eyes almost popped out seeing a-"
"Stop!" Amon cut off Rendon with a glare.
"See that reaction?" Rendon quickly pointed out. "I can feel the Majesty?" Rendon suddenly suggested, seemingly unbothered by possessive instinct in you right now like how you threatened everyone earlier that you'll gouge everyone's eyes!"
Amon was taken aback at the observation. 'Was that how it looked like?' he inwardly mused. 'Did I sound possessive earlier?'
"Look, how about you go to your tent and take a bit of rest, Your Majesty?" Rendon suddenly suggested, seemingly unbothered by his current expression. "I'll look after her, and once she wakes up, I'll call for you. That's unless you're planning on staying up all night waiting for her to wake up here."
"No," Amon quickly denied with a straight face. "You go ahead and looked after our convoy. I'll stay here myself."
Despite the teasing and knowing look Rendon gave him before he left him to his lonesome, Amon was unbothered with how he might've sounded like. He wanted to be the one to watch over her, and he didn't care if he looked possessive while he did it.
It was all curiosity. Nothing more.
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