The Scales Don't Lie (Arthur Harrow x Fem!Reader Book)

Chapter 2: Confessions and Kisses

The next day, you were eating dinner in the dining hall. You were eating alone, per usual.

Let's just say that you didn't have many friends within the clan. You were a loner, always had been. You didn't mind it much. You weren't very good with people, anyway.

You were looking down at your plate, picking at your food with your fork. You were kind of zoned out, but then a familiar voice broke you out of your reverie.

"Excuse me." You heard him say with a soft, kind voice.

Your head shot up, giving you some minor whiplash. You didn't have time to think about that, because before you stood Arthur Harrow.

He held his food tray in one hand, and his cane in the other. A kind smile caressed his face, and he looked almost sympathetic.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked, a look in his eyes that made you want to melt.

Oh my god, he wanted to sit with you. Your brain went blank, and your tongue lost it's ability to formulate words.

"Um, uh, Doctor Harrow- I uh, yes- uh I mean no, no. Yes, you can sit, the- the seat's not taken." You stuttered out, looking like a complete idiot.

Harrow nodded, chuckling to himself as he sat.

"Thank you." He said politely, a friendly glint in his eyes.

The two of you sat together for a few minutes, just eating in silence. Harrow had a calming air about him, and that helped to calm you down, make you feel more relaxed.

Once the silence became uncomfortable, Harrow spoke up.

"I saw you at the Judgement yesterday." He began softly, his voice in a whispery type tone. "The way you looked at me was... unique. I can't recall someone ever looking at me like that before."

You gulped, swallowing the lump that had been forming in your throat. You couldn't tell where he was going with this, and that worried you.

"You made me feel something, something I haven't felt in a long time. It worries me. I wonder... what do you see in me?"

The question left you speechless. You stared at him, unsure of how to respond to his peculiar query.

"I- I don't know." You began shakily, having an internal panic attack. "You're just so... good, and right, and just, and- and... and everything that I'm not." You said that last bit slowly, coming to terms with what you'd just said.

Your own words hit you like a ton of bricks. That is why you looked up to him; because he was better than you. You just hadn't been able to grip that concept until now, until you actually said it.

You looked down at your feet, unable to look at him out of embarrassment.

But then, something unexpected happened. You felt a warm, comforting hand on your own. You looked up, confused and dazed. Sure enough, Harrow was looking directly into your eyes, his hand on yours.

You didn't know what to say, what to think. Your brain lost it's ability to process reality, and your were lost, completely lost in his deep cloudy blue eyes.

"If only you could see yourself the way I do." He muttered softly, more to himself than to you.

Your heart did flips at his words. How did he see you? Did he see you the way you saw him? Your mind raced at the prospect.

"Y/N, Ammit would not have chosen you to serve her if you weren't a good person. I wouldn't have chosen you if you weren't a good person. No one is perfect, not even me. We all have faults. The important thing is that we choose to rise above them." He gave your hand a little squeeze of reassurance as he spoke.