War of Faeries

Chapter 20

The dark hair, kind green eyes, sharp features were all familiar. I knew him. I stare at him for a moment, just soaking up the sight of him. I turn back to Henry before he could get any ideas in his head. I glare back up at him.

"Do you know him?" he grits out through clenched teeth.

"No." I breath out.

I have to lie to him. Its the only way I will survive this, that he will survive this. Henry looks back at the man behind me. Obviously something happened making him believe I know the man. What I do not know. I force myself to stand up on shaky legs holding the towel closer tighter.

"I see." he mutters. "Then why was he saying your name?" he questions.

"I don't fucking know Henry!" I shout, turning towards the man behind me. We lock eyes and I mouth an apology to him. "I mean seriously! You drag me out of my room while I am half naked to question me about some random man?" I yell at him, turning back around.

"Valarie, look-" He rubs the back of his head, the situation finally catching up to him.

"Just leave me alone." I ground out, shoving past him.

"Valarie!" he shouts after me, but I keep walking.

"Hey, slow down there romance girl." a voice behind me says, I turn around ready to start a fight. But I am met with kind brown eyes, the guard that seems to find me at the worst, yet perfect times is behind me. "Come on, lets get you into some clothes." he wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads me down the hall.

He took me to one of the guard rooms, his I am assuming. The room isn't any different than Max's which comforts me the tiniest bit. He closes the door behind us, I look back at him and his shoulders slump.

"I'll grab you a pair of clean clothes, the bathroom is in there. Why don't you clean yourself up, and then I'll take a look at your arm." he starts digging through a drawer, and I make my way towards the bathroom.

I lock the door behind me, and drop the towel. It was soaked in blood. I never realized Henry had burned my arm, and managed to cut it open somehow along the way. I turn the faucet on and splash my face with some cold water.

I grabbed a bar of soap and scrub away at the dirt and grime. I spend a good ten minutes scrubbing away at the dirt and grime all over my arms. It wasn't until a soft knock sounded at the door. I didn't say anything, I heard him sigh outside the door.

"I have some clothes that I thought you might want to change into."

"Thank you." I say through the door, I wait for him to sigh again and hear him put the clothes on the floor before unlocking the door.

I grab the towel and wrap it around myself again before opening the door. I grab the clothes and quickly shut the door and lock it once more. The clothes are soft and comfortable against my skin. He gave me a short sleeved shirt, and soft shorts that go to my knees. I pick the towel off the floor and unlock the door. I take a deep breath before opening the door, and walking back into his room.

"Let me see your arm." he says pulling a chair out from under his bed. He unfolds the chair and pats it.

I take the seat he offers me, and hold my arm out to him. He gently grabs my arm and pulls it towards him. He looks up at me before pressing a wet cloth to my arm. We never look away from each other, he continues wiping my arm with the cloth.

"So why was Henry dragging you around like that?" he asks picking up a needle and thread.

"Um..." I cant form any words, not because I don't know what to say, but because I am afraid of the needle he is holding. "He wanted... he wanted..."

He looks up at me, then down at the needle he his holding. His smile is slow, and he laughs lightly. I scowl at him, not finding the situation funny in the slightest. His laughter continues for several more moments until he realizes I am not laughing with him.

"So you are comfortable being in the guards living spaces, read romance novels and yet somehow you are afraid of needles. You are quite a mixed bag Princess." he mutters while he threads the needle.

"Stop calling me that." I mutter. "And fear is healthy for everyone."

"Look, why don't you tell me something interesting about you."

I take a deep breath, I know what he is doing. I have done the same thing countless of times for my patients that I have had to stitch up. I keep scowling at him, and think about something to tell him. Something interesting about myself, what would he want to know?

"I am a great liar. For instance I knew the person Henry was questioning me about. I left him there in that cell, that cold awful cell." He pushes the needle into my skin, and I wince but keep talking anyway. "Someone could ask me a question about myself and have no reason to lie, but I'll still end up lying to them anyway."

"Why? I mean why lie?" He questions as he finishes up stitching my arm.

"Because its easier than telling everyone who you really are, or how you really are feeling. After a while it just became something I did. It got so bad after a while that I couldn't stop myself. If it weren't for... never mind that. The thing is I learned how to control it. Its something I can control now."

"I'm glad you were able to solve your problem." He says leaning back, wrapping the needle up and placing it onto the bed next to him.

"Me too."

"Well, in good news your arm is going to be fine, just don't injure it again." he says giving me a smirk, "Or do, I don't care. As long as you don't mind revealing parts of yourself to me."

I roll my eyes at him, and he laughs. He glances at the door behind me, and moments later someone knocks. He looks back at me before getting up to open the door. He looks back at me before tugging the door open.

"Matthew, you mind telling me why my brother thinks its okay to go around telling everyone to have a nice fucking life?" Max says barging through the halfway open door. "I mean sure, he is a kid and kids do some dumb shit- but the only person I know that would teach him that is you!" it was funny to watch Max get so worked up over something. His face getting redder by the minute.

"I didn't teach him anything." the guard- Matthew- says crossing his arms. "I did tell him to tell who ever was annoying him to have a nice life before walking away."

"Yeah, well you get to explain to him why you were wrong and why he shouldn't go around telling people that."

I continue to sit there is silence, watching them bicker back and forth. It made me smile, they reminded me of myself and someone else. Someone that keeps taking up my thoughts, someone I need to forget about and move on from.

"And why the hell is the princess in your room?" Max questions, throwing his hands up in the air. Like he was an over exhausted parent tired of disciplining his child. And I couldn't blame him, it did feel like Max was the parent in this case.

I had to slap my hand over my mouth to keep the laughter from spilling out of me. Matthew turned around to face me, and he sighed.

"Shit. I forgot she was in here." he says throwing his head back, and I completely loose it. My laughter echoes around the room.

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