A TALE OF FIRE AND ICE

Breakfast With His Holiness

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"SO YOU BETTER listen to me before I smack your pretty little head, you bad-tempered troublemaker."

This is my bad karma, Irene thought to herself with an aching heart (just kidding). I kept giving out rude pet names to powerful and ancient beings so the heavens probably punished me. Maybe Saint Forrester woke up just to bully me as retaliation for being mean to the original fossi– I mean to Wixx, and because I kept calling the High Priest a sketchy character.

"Why are you looking like a puppy that was kicked by her master?" Saint Forrester asked with furrowed brows. "Are you offended that I kept calling you names?"

Irene shook her head, then she placed her hands on her. "I fully accept my punishment, Your Holiness."

"You're one strange child, aren't you?"

She smiled "sweetly" at the saint. "I don't want to hear from someone who's old as fossil but looks so young and pretty."

"Don't call me "pretty,"" he warned her with his eyes widened a bit. "Calling me "pretty" makes it sound like I'm a frail young lady."

Her smiled turned even sweeter. "Your Holiness, please don't put gender on a mere word. Being called "pretty" is a compliment."

He glared at her.

Of course, she glared back.

Their mini "staring contest" was interrupted by a knock on the door.

A few moments later, Howard entered the room and announced that their carriage had arrived. After the High Priest said that, Lisa came and told them that he'd be the head of their temporary security team.

Yey! I still miss you even if we're in the same room, Lisa.

Lisa was looking at her with darkened eyes, as if he wanted to grab her and bring her to an empty room, and...

... and do naughty things to me.

Her cheeks burned in embarrassment because of the things in her head.

To think that she was even in the presence of two holy beings.

Gosh, I'm so shameless.

"I don't even want to ask what the two of you are thinking," Saint Forrester said while looking back and forth to her and Lisa. "But can you please stop exchanging those looks?"

Irene 's whole face probably turned red.

Lisa, being the adorable clueless cinnamon roll that he was, didn't get what the saint meant by that so he remained poker-faced. .

Gosh, I still have a lot of things I need to teach my husband, Irene said to herself. Random thought: I miss his abs.

They hadn't done it in days, okay?

Howard, obviously feeling awkward, cleared his throat loudly. When they all turned to the High Priest, he smiled at them. "We shall get going, everyone."

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"WHY ARE you pouting, child?" Saint Forrester asked Irene. "Are you throwing a tantrum?"

Irene discreetly bit her lower lip to stop herself from pouting.

Right now, she was sitting across from the saint inside the carriage. Only the two of them were using that one because this holy fossil didn't allow Lisa to ride with them. Instead, he asked her husband to just share a ride with Howard who was acting like their convoy.