𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~

"Darling if you would like to understand everything, you are to read these books!" Mother barges in with a handful of books in her hands.
"Can't you just tell me?" I try to bargain.
Lord knows how much I hate reading!
"No more objections." Mother says.
"Mother," I whine, "please!"
"Augustine" she threatens.
I sigh and reply with "fine"
"But before you do" she says holding away the books, "you'll need to take a bath. You stink" she jokingly scrunches her nose.
I let out a laugh, remembering old times.
"Fredrick will lead you to your room, and the books will follow shortly after."
I mentally groan.
God I loathe being around that man.

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"Why are you working with mother." I ask
"Everything in those books will explain, I promise." Fredrick replies.
"And so you are on our side?"
"Yes, you could trust me." he says "If you wish. Well, my turn to ask questions! Now that we are no more enemies‐"
I hold out a finger immediately and stop him midway, "We still very much are, go on."
"Alright," he lets out a cold laugh, "Now could you please tell me, why were you so determined to kill me then? I still cannot figure that out!" He asks.
"I still am very keen on killing you, for one. And two, well, our rebel group have decided that you are a cruel thing, and must not rise, and so we've all agreed on killing you! Of course since I was one of their best, they've chose me." I explain
"Yes, I'm aware of that, but why?"
"Because you've done so many cold hearted, brutal things to innocents, which for your information, I still haven't forgotten!" I reply.
At that he takes a halt, "September," his tone was filled with an emotion of what I believe is hurt, "you must know that I've never wanted this!" He says.
"Well then, why did you do such actions?"
"Because I had no other options!"
We've by now reached my so called room, and we both sat on the bed.
"Well, I was forced... by my uncle, whom long story short is disguised as my father!" As soon as he says those words he looks down and fidgets with his fingers.
"Wh-what? So the king is not actually the king? How and why?"
"He's killed my father. For the throne" he shrugs.
I could almost see the tears pooling in his eyes.
I get a grip on his chin and force him to look my way, but he quickly jolts and leave the room, refusing to show me his face.
My intentions were not to cause him discomfort, I've just wanted to comfort him.
Have I hurt him? I question myself.
I hope not....