In the Shadows~zayn au~Completed ✅EDITING

~Chapter 27: Suspicions~

A/N: Here we are! I'm thinking of making #ShadowWednesday a thing. How does that sound? Once a week update? Wednesdays are my first free day during the week and I write while I'm in classes.

Anyway, I SERIOUSLY can't believe the response to the last chapter! :) I lvoe you all and I hope you are doing amazingsih. I'm a little tipsy while writing this all, so I apologie for errors of any type. #muchlove

It's on like Donkey Kong.

#deucds

"As you can see," Zayn called, "we have a guest aboard." He stood on the upper decks with Louis and had pulled Kalysta up with him.

The men called and whistled at this comment.

"Oy, stow it!" Louis called, silencing them.

"Before you all give your opinion," Zayn continued, "let me introduce her. Men, I present to you, Kalysta, the Princess Heir of Elysium."

The men stared at him like he was crazy, then stared at her, unsure what to say.

"I know how this seems," he ventured, "but I assure you, this isn't a gimmick. You're all aware of our primary motive for this visit to Elysium and I can tell you that we were successful. The Princess has joined our cause and has requested that she go with us to the other nations in order to plea with them to stand against Murdoch and Niall."

"Ain't never seen a woman wearin' men's clothes, let alone a Princess," one called from the crowd.

"Yes, Hafiz, you are correct," Zayn sighed. "But have you ever actually seen a Princess?"

"Well, no."

"Well, then, I suggest you stay silent on matters of which you are blissfully uninformed," Zayn suggested.

The men laughed, Hafiz included.

"Now, the Princess has joined us and has requested that we help her beseech the other nations," he continued. "I'm sure I won't need to remind you that as a Princess she is to be treated with great care and reverence. So set aside yourselves," he said, his voice wry, "and pretend you have class for a couple of weeks."

The men laughed again and Zayn smiled easily. He seemed to have their absolute devotion and Kalysta wondered what he had done to attain it.

"Since this needs to be kept under wraps, we'll need to leave with all haste. First Mate Tomlinson, would you be so kind as to get us underway?"

"Of course, Captain," Louis said, stepping forward. He began yelling orders to the crew and Zayn beckoned Kalysta to the lower deck.

As she moved to go down the stairs, the sails dropped and the ship began to move with the wind. It threw her off balance and she gripped the railing to brace herself.

"Careful, Princess," Zayn said, moving to her. "Can't lose you before we even start."

"I-I don't feel well," she stuttered.

"Go to the side," he rushed, putting his arm around her and leading her over to look out to sea.

The ship swayed further and that was all it took. She was in the full throes of sickness. From her memory, she knew it wasn't going to be pretty either. How mortifying, her, a Princess, heaving her insides over the side of a ship in full view of more than a dozen men... in men's clothing.

Not much made an appearance. After all, she'd been sleeping for some time and hadn't eaten. Instead, she felt violent contractions in her stomach that produced next to nothing.

When what little was present had been given to the sea, she wiped her mouth and turned around.

Marvelously, the men were all doing work and none seemed to be paying her any mind. Less pleasing was the fact that the Ambassador had left. Yes, she was conscious of the fact that this happened to everyone, but still, having a semi-friendly face around would have been considerate.