Masked Royalty(bxb)

Part 3

Achilles pov:

I had a plan...
I wasn't going to stay long, a few nights, to eat...

I was starving, I hadn't eaten in forever, and if I did, it was small and little stuff I stole.
They gave me back my satchel, full of shit I'd stolen.

There was a knock at my door. I groaned, forcing myself off the ground, grabbing my mask to cover my mouth.

"Yeah?"
I opened the door to see the more petite boy standing there with a food tray, which immediately made my mouth water.
I shouldn't eat their food, though...

But my stomach instantly began making noise, proving I was...starving.
Hide it.

Don't eat their food.

You don't need to.
You can go longer.

"I'm not hungry, Princey. You should have it. You're looking a little...fragile." I gave him a slight smirk before walking back over and plopping onto the neatly made bed.

"I can hear your stomach, Achilles. Come here and eat." He said as he set it down on the desk across from the bed.

"Or what?" I smirked to get a rise out of him.
As I stepped off the bed, pain shot through my ankle. I hid the pain as best as I could. As I walked over to face the prince.

"Quit being like this...you need to eat. Now eat before I shove it down your throat."
He grits between his teeth. Getting frustrated.

Watching his eyes narrow and his hands curl into a fist made him look slightly adorable in a weird way.

"Please be my guest. I'm not eating..." Shoulders shrugging completely, emotionless.

He let out an angered groan before stomping out of the room.

The food smelt amazing. I haven't had food that looked that fantastic in...years. It was only a ham and cheese sandwich.

One bite won't hurt...hooking my fingers behind my mask. The smell continued to swarm my nose...

The taste was phenomenal.
Everything I ate was stuff I could steal or leftovers from random restaurants they threw out...

It was what I needed to get to stay alive.

It was moments after the reality sank in that I completely scarfed that down like a pig.

My skin started to crawl as I felt incredibly guilty.
There was a small bathroom connected to my bedroom. I locked my bedroom door.

Moments later, I slipped my fingers down my throat, removing everything from my stomach. I glanced up in the mirror as beads of sweat fell down my forehead, and my face had paled.

There was another knock on the door as I unlocked it, trying my best to wipe the sweat off my face.

It was the Royal princess. I glanced up and down her body in a baggy tee and leggings, which made her giggle.

"You know you're supposed to bow down, right?"
She smiled softly.

"You know you're supposed to dress like a princess, not a bum, right?"

"Oh ha ha..." she rolled her eyes. As my eyes started to feel heavy, but I brushed it off as best as I could.

"I just wanted to know if you had any crazy stories! We're you actually at the mass killing last year across the world?" She beamed with excitement.
I gave her a strange look.

"Should I be concerned that you're that excited?" I laughed slightly as she blushed.
I didn't care. That was my lifestyle. It was sad, but it was the truth. I mean fuck, my mom was murdered in front of my own eyes.

"I can't tell you, because that would be evidence, so maybe I was, and maybe I wasn't."
I shrugged as I rested against the bed.

"Either way, I know you're not gonna be here...in the next...thirty seconds." I smiled entirely over the social interaction as my head continued to pound.

She nodded, leaving with ease, thankfully.
I stared out the window, completely missing the outdoors.

Now I wasn't an animal, but I could easily live without ever stepping foot indoors.

Another knock pounded on the door.
"Jesus fuck! What the hell do you want now?" I ran my hand through my knotted brown hair as the door swung open.

"Eva said you weren't looking that well. Are you okay?" Kyson's eyes fell on mine. I sat on the bed.

"Shit, she's right; you aren't looking too hot..."

"Wow, I see how it is..." I said, giving him a huffed expression.
My vision became blurry as I rubbed my eyes with my palm before focusing back on the prince standing in my room.

"No, for real, Achilles...are you sick?"

"I'm sick of being bothered. The next person who steps through that door is getting their teeth knocked out..."

"No...are you feeling okay?" He whispered.

"Yeah, but if you get any closer, I might come down with preppy prince syndrome." I faked a cough.

"I'm only trying to care for you...Can you stop being a dick!"

I stood up to face and possibly intimidate him, making him get adorable and blush. I missed.

But as I stood up, my vision was swarmed with black dots, and my body began to lose balance as I felt like I was pushed.

"Hey hey hey, sit back down." He rushed over and grabbed my forearm.
"Lay down. I got you." He spoke softly.

"Getting me into bed already? Jeez, I barely know you."

He rolled his eyes dramatically, and he began patting my forehead.

I laid there for a little while as he wiped the sweat on my forehead. I was over it. I'm acting weak, which I'm not.

I pushed him off.
"I'm all good, don't worry about it. I'm going to go smoke a cigarette." I sat up. My vision was still going in and out of blurry and clearness. But I kept my mouth shut, praying he would leave.

He raised an eyebrow as I forced myself off the bed, covering up my pain, leaving no trace.

I walked over to my bag, clenching my jaw as my entire body ached.

"You're okay?" He asked.
As I grabbed a small box from my bag.

"If you don't stop asking questions. I promise you. I will break every bone in your body." I snarled, gritting my teeth out of pain.

"Okay, okay, you're totally fine?"

"Yes..." my vision continued to go out, and I felt extremely lightheaded.

"Yes, I'm totally...fine, perfectly okay."

"You're not hurt?"

"No...no, no! I'm totally...fine, perfectly okay."

"Are you sure? Because you're repeating the same thing and looking pale like you're about to pass out." As he said that, my vision began darkening as if I struggled to keep my eyes open.

I couldn't even come up with a snarky response.
"Yeah...you might wanna catch me."