The Ball Night

Empty Promises

Jack's P.O.V

It's been 5 days ever since Catherine and I patched things up between us and our relationship. Levine has been great company and besides the nurses, he tended to my wounds and needs patiently. Catherine has stopped by every now and then, however I found it rather odd that Francis hasn't visited me yet.

From what Catherine told me, he refuses to get in the way of my healing process from my scars, which he wasn't wrong. If he hadn't thought that way, I wouldn't have mend the bond between Levine and I for the past couple of days that we spent together. Nonetheless, the worst part is coming up.

My scars have healed.

My body and chest doesn't ache as badly as it used to, and I can finally lay on my side without the unbearable pain from the scars! This is bad news because once Francis hears about this, it'll speed up my coronation day and Catherine's so called wedding with him.

I hate to be in bed, I've done nothing but be trapped in my room for two weeks and a half! It's dull, my life was always filled with twists and turns, and having to spend time in bed doing nothing drove me completely insane. Soon Francis will hear about my recovery, I just know it.

Now I am near my window, staring at the snow and the guards patrolling the garden. Levine left for a bit to scout around the castle, seeing what has changed since his departure while Catherine was with Francis in breakfast.

This castle is nothing like I've ever been in, it's massive! Since that fight with Francis, I was taken back by how many halls we went up and down after I was dragged out of the library. Hopefully Levine pulls through and sketches that map we've discussed accurately, if not then I'm screwed. The last thing I need is for the plan to fail, for Levine to probably die while Francis gets crowned king, Catherine becomes his wife and queen and I get to rot in a cell. Sure I'll be a prince, but I'll still rot.

I crossed my arms, now glaring out my window. Isn't it odd that I always get the horrible treatment of things?

Before I jokingly answered my own question, I get a knock from my door. Curious, I told them to enter. I turned and as they entered, I gasped out loud.

"Anne!" I ran and embraced Anne as she laughs and embraced me back.

"Why, hello to you too, Jack." Anne says as we parted away in arms length.

"Oh Anne! There's so much I need to tell you! I-" Before I finished my sentence, Anne butted in.

"-Yes, I know everything Jack. I've heard from the staff around the castle and your nurses as well." She glances at my chest, pain flashes in her eyes as she stared at my scars.

I sadly smile," I didn't have much of an option. If that doctor hadn't done...well this, Francis was going to find out the truth."

Anne frowns," I can't imagine the pain that you've went through these past two weeks. Most importantly that Catherine's wedding is almost done."

My eyes widened," What?! Almost done? How could it be! Francis isn't even aware that I've recovered!"

Anne shook her head," Oh but Jack, he does. Ever since I've snuck into this castle, I've been observing Francis's behavior. That boy might be crazy, but he's something else. It's like he always know's what's going to happen and goes to investigate, it's as if it's his instinct to know or not."

I bit the inside of my cheek, panicking over the fucking fact that Francis knows of my recovery.

I let Anne continue speaking," I'm afraid that he knows of your recovery, thanks to the nurses. However, I think he's on to your brother."