♔Part XX♔

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I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I'VE EVER SAID. LAUREN OLIVER IS MY FAVORITE AUTHOR.

FUCKING VANISHING GIRLS DON'T TOUCH ME.

( I should probably mention that I would've finished this update yesterday had it not been for the black hole that I've accidentally entered because of Lauren Oliver. )

ALSO MY FRIEND JUST ASKED ME IF I READ THE SELECTION TODAY ( the actual series ) I'M ACTUALLY CRYING THIS IS INCREDIBLE

Tyler POV

If someone were to have told me earlier that I'd be attacked by rebels in the middle of holding my prearranged date's hair up while she vomited into a toilet, only to rendezvous later with Troye in a cold, dusty bunker, I would've laughed and said,"Yeah, and I've been secretly screwing Princess Singh this entire time."

But, as it turns out, shit happens.

It started last night, when I'd met with Lady Arden Rose - a name that I'd admittedly chosen at random when lining up the first round of dates - and she briefly mentioned that her stomach wasn't feeling the best. Naturally, I assumed that she was on "that time of the month" as my mother called it, and let the matter go, hoping that it wasn't as bad as my mom would make it out to be when she referred to it. Of course, I wasn't even sure if that was the case, or if she just felt sick out of no where, but I could t exactly ask, could I?

Still, I was careful, and figured that going on a date like bowling ( or anything with a lot of activity ) wouldn't be the best idea, so I merely suggested seeing a movie in the movie theater. She agreed, and I took her to the theater, where the cameras had been recently disabled. It was dark, and freshly dusted, having been swept by one of the Servants during its routinely cleaning. The screen took up an entire wall, stretching across the expanse of one side of the room, just aching to be turned on for our pleasure. There was even a popcorn vending machine, quaintly antique, but still able to work perfectly.

Turns out, Arden had quite a taste for the popcorn. We started out with simply sharing one large bag, that I oddly enjoyed actually scooping ( I'd always had a fascination with the popcorn machine ) into the red and white striped paper sack for us, and quickly noticed that she was taking handfuls at a time, getting to the halfway point of the bag fairly quickly.

Before I knew it, the bag was depleted of popcorn, even though I'd barely had any. I didn't necessarily mind, since we had an unlimited supply, but I had to admit that I was a strange mixture of surprised and impressed by how quickly she'd managed to consume so much popcorn.

I offered her some more, and she accepted. So, I scooped another bag, and again, she went through it like M&Ms. I got another. It was gone. Another. Empty.

I didn't see it as a potential problem; if she liked the popcorn, may as well let her enjoy it, while she's here. After all, it's not like she was going to be the one that stayed ( I liked her enough, but there was absolutely no connection, not even if I tried to find one ). If she wanted to binge on popcorn in the Palace, why not just let her?

Turns out, that was a huge mistake on our parts, as I found out approximately an hour later, when I brought her back to her room, and she promptly rushed to the bathroom to throw up in the toilet, much to the alarm of her private Maids. She had been grimacing on the way back, but when I asked her about it, she insisted that she was fine. But as soon as she opened the door to her room, she doubled over, grunting, then ran into the bathroom, followed by the sounds of very loud, very audible hurls emanating from the bathroom.

I winced in sympathy, and jogged immediately inside, checking to see if she was alright. Her Maids tried to persuade me into leaving, since apparently a true Lady shouldn't be seen in her lowest state, but I was persistent, saying it would only be right to comfort her.

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