𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞~

The next few days pass in a blur, nothing unusual, just training.

"Wrong stance!" Fredrick snarls for like the thirteenth time now. He really is getting on my nerves.
"Well could you just show me instead of bark commands all the damn time?" I roll my eyes at him.
"September‐" he scoffs, "fine, it goes like this!" He approaches closer, his breath hits my body, reminding me of nights I sincerely regret.
He places one of his hands on my thighs to guide me. I'm well aware my heart's skipped a couple beats at his wretched touch.
I'd much rather be anywhere else right now.
His other hand goes on my shoulder, he looks me deadly in the eyes and say, "Now, show me the assassin who was so determined to murder me."
At that, my heart gives a very loud thud in my chest for some reason, almost dropping to my stomach. Why am I like this? I think to myself. Why do his words have so much effect on me?
I certainly do not want any of this.
Nonetheless, I smile at him.
"Oh, my pleasure!" This time, I truly want to show him just who he's messing with. Let the games begin.

I attack first, giving him exactly what he wants.
My fist collides with his jaw. He bends back a little too late and place a hand on his jaw. In pain. Sending a rush of rapture through me.
"Like that?" I ask ever so innocently.
"Seriously?" He says. For a moment I though he was mad, "That's all you got?"
Yes, I do officially and very much dispise this man.

A couple of minutes later, we're both panting by now. I've managed to place some good hits on him, and he's avoided some, until hands are all bloodied.
"Let me wrap them up for you!" He says as he notices me wincing, trying to wrap them up.
"Thank you very much, I can do that by myself."
He ignores my response as he steps closer and say, "Clearly."
I finally snap at him, "What is it that you want from me?"
His hands preced to do their job, "Nothing." He says.
"Everyone wants a little something from someone! We all are a little greedy you know."
He pauses for a little and looks up at me, "September, is it so hard to accept the fact that someone cares for you, with no means of hurting you?"
"Yes. And especially not some prince like you!"
He smiles, showing me a flash of his teeth.
"I assure you, I'm not a prince no more, you are one though."
I shove him in the shoulder, "Could you stop reminding me?"
"Is it that bad September?"
"Yes. And, stop calling me that!"
"Never." He replies.
But I must say, I don't think I ever want him to stop calling me that.