Chapter 12

Jasmine laid still on the bed like a lifeless creature.

All her thoughts were focused on how Chris was doing at the moment?

She knew him better than anyone, the stigma of losing her might be killing him slowly.

She wondered how many bottles of whiskey he must have taken to ease his pain.

If only there was a way she could communicate with him and tell him she was okay?

She considered it to be a great idea, at least Derrick will concord if she placed him in a tight space to let her speak to Chris.

She lurched up from the bed quickly and walked up to the door to carry out her plan.

Her hands pulled down the bell's rope and rang it twice.

Emilia appeared in the room in no time.

"At your service my lady" she took a bow before Jasmine as she made that comment.

"See that I have a meeting with Derrick" Jasmine ordered.

"I'm afraid that is not my job to do, my lady",

"Then whose job is it's to do?",

"Jason!" Emilia spat his name from her lips.

"You mean that red haired dachshund?" Jasmine commented, while Emilia chuckled to her comment.

Jasmine chuckled too because Emilia's smile had prompted her to do so.

"Oh! Forgive me my lady, I meant no disrespect",

"What! Who said you were disrespectful? You are free to laugh at any of my jokes" the Luna gave her permission.

"You are so generous, my lady" Emilia admitted.

"Oh please, you haven't seen generous. I'm tough" Jasmine flattered herself.

"Generous is however, quite different from being tough" Emilia proposed.

Jasmine kept her gaze and smiled at Emilia. She was observing something, and that was how Emilia was happy to serve her.

"So Emilia! Tell me more about yourself will you?",

"Oh? Of course my lady" she made a bow again.

"And one more thing, please address me as Jasmine. I feel as though I can count on a mother right now" Jasmine stated.

Emilia smiled warmly, "I will be honored to serve as your mother, Jasmine" she confessed.

"Come on then, hop on the bed and begin a story",

The ladies sat on the bed, and then Jasmine lifted a pillow to her chest.

Emilia took a deep breath and began her story.

"My name is Emilia Clarke, I was brought up by my sick mother" she began the story in slow words.

Jasmines eyes were fixed upon the woman as she seemed to be emotional about her story.

She could not tell if it was the right time to start feeling emotional too.

"I never met my father, you see, but I heard from my mother that he was locked up for a crime he never committed"

"Really?" Jasmine chipped in.

"Yes! It's what mother said",

"Well, I believe your mother",

Emilia chuckled and muttered a thank you to the princess.

"Shortly after my mother died, I got contracted by the pack house to serve the king," she continued the story.

"I became the royal nanny" she smiled warmly and then gave Jasmine a squinted look.

Jasmine retorted with a squinted look to communicate why the look, and that was when Emilia broke the news that Jason was her son.

She smiled warmly as she exposed that.

"Oh my gosh!" Jasmine supported her lips with her hands to keep it closed from speaking further.

"It's okay, Jason could at times be a nincompoop, but he is exceptional and talented" Emilia admitted.

"What can I say, his mother knows him better"?

They both chuckled with content.

"How will you like to have your meeting with alpha Derrick?" Emilia proposed while Jasmine responded with a smile.

This was her plan all along, to get Emilia to help her.

***

Vehicles kept on honing at a corner of the road.

Peoples wails could be heard at the spot as they tried to rescue the victims of an accident.

The siren of an ambulance could be heard later on.

Paramedics equated the ambulance and took the three victims involved onto a stretcher and then into the ambulance, before taking off.

Anyone would be doubt the survivor of the three because their injuries were severe, which resulted in losing a lot of blood.

While on the stretcher, Chris's eyes were slightly opened.

He tried to keep his fainting eyes fully opened, but he couldn't. It was as though he no longer had control over his body.

The pain he felt currently was killing him gradually.

Memories of Jasmine flashed before his eyes. He gave a smile and wished it was all a dream.

Jasmine was the best thing that had ever happened to him, too bad he won't be seeing her anymore before he dies.

His eyes had finally become heavy, and he could no longer think of anything but blank pages.