Run for it

Chapter Thirteen- Wait- you wanted to marry her?

Hey guys! Okay, I'm so sorry for not updating in TWO WEEKS! This is so unlike me. Well, actually it is kinda like me. Sorry guys!!!!!!! Anyway, I don't really have an excuse apart from I have a couple of late nights this week, going out to parties and all that stuff, and for some reason, when I decided to update, my wattpad wasn't working! It was like the universe was telling me not to write. But, I don't beleive in all that superstitous crap (No offence ment if you do). I know, rubbish excuse. Again I'm sorry, and I'm rabbling, why aren't you stopping me? The picture to the side is of Princess Lieka Conyarjay. Anyways... here it is...

Chapter 13- Wait- you wanted to marry her?

Fox's POV:

I felt slightly wary of Artemisia, but incredibly proud of her. She was standing up to my father. MY FATHER. This girl had some guts. She was like a fireball.

My Fireball.

Woah. Where had that come from? Ignoring it, I turned my attention back to what was happening at that moment. As Artemisia stormed into Lieka's tent, I followed quietly, trying not to draw any attention to myself, which obviously wasn't working, seeing as everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch Artemisia's and my dad's fight. I walked into Lieka's tent, and saw Lieka sitting on the end of her fur skin, weaving pieces of long grass together.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, AGREEING TO MARRY SOMEONE WHO'S FIFTEEN, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE?!" Artemisia shouted, and Lieka looked startled with shock. Artemisia had that affect on people.

"What? Who even are you?" Lieka had gotten over the shock by now, and was back to being her not-so-good self. Arrogent, Annoying, and all round obnoxious. So glad it was her I was marrying.

"That's none of your buissness!" Artemisia had stopped shouting by now, and to be honest with you, I was kind of glad.

"Seeing as you're the one who came barging in here, then, yeah, I think it is my buissness." Lieka contradicted.

"Fine. I'll tell you who I am. I'm your worst nightmare." Gods, how I loved Artemisia at times.

"I don't have to stand for this nonsense." Lieka made to get up, but Artemisia pushed her back down, with what looked to be very little effort.

"Oh, yes, you do. You're marrying my friend, and he doesn't even like you. Infact, no-one likes you. So why don't you just do us all a favour, and bugger off. Oh, wait, I doubt your pea-sized brain can even understand that."

"My brain is not pea-sized."

"Right, of course not. We believe you."

"Finally, someone understands."

"I was being sarcastic." Artemisia replied whilst crossing her arms over her chest.

"You were what?"

"Jeeze, where have you been these past twenty years? Oh, that's right, copped up in some dilapidated old hut, trying to decide which colour flower should go in your hair."