Star-Crossed (Golden Guard x Reader)

Chapter 13- The Date (Part 1)

You rose before the sun, rubbing sleep out your bleary eyes. 

You had to run a few errands that morning, so you wanted them out of the way quick, so you could spent maximum time with Hunter.

You slipped into a loose grey shirt, made of soft material that wouldn't irritate your healing wound. 

You gazed out the window, fidgeting with your hair.

"Latissa." you whispered, letting the words steam off in the cold air.

It was always cold in your room, despite the fire that was almost always blazing (unless of course the maid had forgotten to renew the coal).

You had asked Hunter about it, and he said he thought the temperature was normal.

Creepy, you had thought. 

You rubbed your arms vigorously, in a vain attempt to warm yourself.

You shook off the eeriness, as you always did, and began tying your shoelaces.

You headed down to the kitchens to get a quick breakfast- and since they had a wide variety of muffins freshly baked, you decided to nick one.

It was a cinnamon flavoured one, which you didn't mind... but oh well- pickers can't be choosers.

You ate it hastily as you rushed down the corridor to the armoury.

Hunter had another errand to tend to, so you had offered to do this one for him.

Simply, check the newly manufactured masks were suitable for wearing.

You discarded the wrapper before entering, rubbing the crumbs from your mouth and quickly attaching your mask.

It was surprisingly busy, with scouts arming themselves and rushing out into the courtyard, others checking stock and chatting amongst themselves.

You spotted a crate filled with masks, and made your way across the room to them.

You rustled about the crate, making sure they all had straps, and were the correct shape.

Success! You informed a scout they were ready to be distributed, and moved on.

Next task; check the palisman supplies for Belos.

They were kept locked away in a dungeon.

You felt bad for them, but you supposed it was for the Emperor, who seemed to act under the Titan's orders, so what he said went.

You sped down the stone staircase, tripping and falling forward on the last step.

You smashed right into the door, which was plated in sharp metal.

"Ah, shit." you cursed, dusting yourself off.

Your hands bled, so you put on your gloves.

Like a giant plaster! 

You fumbled with the keys, before sliding the right one into the lock.

It made a satisfying click, and you pushed it open.   

Small (by small you meant small) piles of staffs dotted the floor of the dungeon, whilst a few lone palisman were trapped in tiny cages, suspended from the ceiling.

You bit your lip. 

What did Belos even do with them? 

Whatever he did, they never came back.

That's why Palistrum* wood was running low. 

(*not sure how that's spelt sorry)

Roughly counting them, you reorganised them.