𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲~

I feel a rush of pain run through my whole body as my eyes painfully open.
My vision is blurred and my memory is fuzzy.

Gradually, I start recalling the events of this morning.
I was mad at Elijah. I remember a tunnel. And...
"Fredrick" I say to absolutely no one in this bedroom as I sit up right.
"No, no." I panick, remembering his bloodied weak silhouette, laying on the ground. Fragile.

The bedroom I'm in is utterly grand. I walk up to the door not minding my own anguish.

It bolts open right as I was about to touch the handle.
Fredrick appears right infront of my eyes. Holding towels and what not.

I inch closer to him, angrily muttering "I was so worried."
And without a thought, I kiss him.
I so furiously and passionately kiss him.

Oblivious to Elijah and Farley. I don't spare a thought but to the man I feared was dead.

At first, he's startled. But he then kisses me back just as fiercely.

Our bodies colliding, and lips unapologetically locked. Heavy breaths, not knowing which is mine and which is his.

It wasn't like any other kiss I've felt before.
Those with Elijah were gentle, filled with nothing but love and warmth. Whereas now it was intense, filled with hatred and worry.

Finally, I break the kiss. Not wanting to hurt him even more.
"What happened to you" I say as I trace the placement of yesterday's wound.
"Someone attacked me" he says so calmly as he shrugs.
"You were on the verge of death! What happened to your wound." I say furiously.
"Oh so you care?" He teases me, letting out a chuckle.
"I don't! Just answer the question." I demand.
"Fine, fine. Um- someone was looking for you" he looks at the ground, as though he was apologetic.
I scoff "me?"
Could it be one of my crew? Or simply someone wanting to murder me?
"Yes. And as I refused to lead them to you, they've ran a sword through my chest, closed all windows and doors, and left me there to rot" he laughs at his lame joke.
"I'm- I'm so sorry"
"Augustine you did nothing" I notice his use of my actual name.
"I was almost the reason you died"
Before he gets the chance to say anything, we were interrupted by a swarm of guards led by the king.

"Augustine Kensworthy, you're guilty for the murder of the queen."