Nineteen years of being ordinary.
Meet Alex Fitz. Born to Ezra and Valentina with the name Alexandra Katerina Fitzgerald. She is a princess completely unaware of that fact. When her younger half brother shows up to make her aware of her royal stat...
The feeling of gratefulness darted to a feeling of betrayal.
After being let out of the infirmary, I requested to talk to the officers first about what happened in Findara. I wanted to get the situation over with and go back to the more pressing matters inside my brain.
Nathan.
He has worked effortlessly to talk to me for the past two days and I refuse to talk to him. If I am being honest, I did everything in my power to avoid him.
Normally, I would go to Kat with any problems, but she is currently locked in her mandatory quarantine. Locked. Literally. The men who leave the room use a key and code in order to lock her inside. It is diabolical. Another honest statement, I needed to avoid Kat for a little while also.
That moment in Findara, Kat sacrificed herself in order to get Jackal into the waterfall. I do not know if she intended to get out of that water or not, but I would have lost the two people who are the most important people on this planet to me.
After being hounded and bombarded with questions for hours, I wanted nothing more than to be alone. Someone else could be interviewed. I was more than done. I locked myself in the bedroom and refused to see anyone. At one point, a random woman came into my room to see if I needed anything. All of my friends have been denied access to my room.
Normally, I would do archery when I wanted to be alone, or I would ride Apollo. After Findara, I wanted to put some distance between myself and my hobbies. This was the thing that frightened me the most. Killing Jackal with an arrow. Was this going to take away my love for archery?
"Avoiding me is not going to change the fact that we need to talk about this," Nathan said. He flung himself through the door and into my room. "I'm not stupid! I know we can't pick up where we left off, because you had to process everything differently. Now I want to talk through it and be able to start over with you, because I love you," he babbled.
"I don't think talking about it right now is the best idea," I whispered.
"Why not? Does your silence have anything to do with Kat? Maybe Jackal? Maybe the coronation?" He asked. His questions were all correct. My mind sifted through over a dozen topics every single day. I cannot help myself. "Not talking about this is going to make the situation end badly."
