Among the Stars (BoyxBoyxBoy)

Chapter 13

Diane came in right after he left, and I saw her in a different light. Was it true that she left just for him to come to see me? 

"What's his name?" I asked the second she came back in. I couldn't stop the feeling of betrayal, worried about these small things that I didn't fully realize. When I came to the palace completely out of my wits, I didn't know there would be politics like this and inner tricks that I wasn't good at recognizing. 

"My previous, Caelum. I believe I mentioned him," she said while picking up a towel from a different drawer and coming to the tub, holding the towel out for me to step into. 

I did remember her saying his name. A pet was who Heurp was worried at seeing? I got to admit, the telepathy and control over my mind were discerning, but I wasn't scared about it like he seemed to be.

I decided not to mention Caelum telling me what Diane did, since I assumed she was listening in the whole time. I doubted I was going to be alone for a long time. 

I stepped out of the water, the droplets rolling down my body, my hair soaked. Diane closed the towel around me and to my surprise, picked me up. Average human women wouldn't even think about picking someone of my height up, automatically assuming that I held a lot of weight in my height, but Diane didn't hesitate. 

I recalled the conversation between me and Caelum and remembered the casual name dropping. What was the name he said? Alice?

"Who's Alice?" I asked, as Diane set me on the block and pulled out a wrap and a couple of tubes.

"I believe you are talking about the King, whose name is "Alioth", a name you do not have permission to use. When addressing him, you use 'Master'," she said, kneeling down and rubbing a soft washcloth on the bottom of my feet. I cringed from the feeling against the slices in my foot and prayed that this would be over soon.

She grabbed one of the tubes from where they sat on the counter and rubbed it on the cuts and this time I tried to jerk back from the cool liquid, but Diane held on tight to my ankle and didn't let me move from her ministrations before taking one of the wraps and covering my foot. She then repeated the delightful process to the other foot. 

"There we go. Now let's check out your face," she got super close to my face and I held my breath, uncomfortable at the lack of boundaries. 

She hummed and grabbed a clean wet washcloth to wipe my face before putting the medicine on again. She didn't wrap my face like a mummy, thankfully, and instead just left the medicine to absorb. She looked at a fancy device on her wrist and said, "Ten units and it should be healed." Then, we waited. 

I looked around the spacious bathroom, looking at the soft rug near the bathtub that looked nice enough to sleep on. The mirror was to the left and behind me, so I glanced at myself, something I haven't had the chance to do since... however long it's been since I've been taken. 

My eyes widened at the look on my face, the multiple cuts glistening with the medicine and I could see where the edges around the cut were slowly mending. My eyes were bright with the mixture of green and brown and my dark hair curled around my face. My lips were set in a pink pout, and my cheeks were flushed. God, no wonder I was treated like a sex toy, I fucking looked like one. 

I turned away from the mirror, feeling more fragile than I have since I was fifteen and living on my own. 

Diane was studying me and my reaction to myself. I quickly turned away from her eyes and looked at the mirror again, catching a glimpse of my back, and there it was. 

I assumed they would laser it off or whatever, but it was still there, my tattoo. 

The phases of the moon were on the left side of my shoulder blades and stars were positioned down my spine.