𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓

𝕬𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖘

It's been a week! A week that I've been called childish, immature and dramatic. Sure I can be a little dramatic, a little over exaggerative. But, at this point he was either intentionally picking a fight with me or just a plain asshole.

"More arrows," I sighed. Ellie quickly refilled the sack with a couple more.

"Ellie," I called once again, grabbing an arrow.

"Yes master?" She bowed her head.

"Where would he be right now?" I questioned, positioning my arrow.

"In his study," she answered. "I could arrange for you to meet-"

"No, that'd be fine," I smiled. She was absolutely adorable, at least there was one thing he gifted me well. Raising my bow up into the air, I pivoted around.

Perhaps, instead of denying his label, maybe I should embrace it.

Relaxing my shoulders, I extended my arm back before releasing. Watching my arrow pierce through the window, as Ellie shrieked, I felt a wave of satisfaction wash over me. The sound of the glass shattering was like music to my ears.

"Madame!" Ellie yelled.

Ignoring the poor little girl, I shot another. This time a few heads began to pop out. I guess it was time for me to escape. Dropping all my things in Ellie's arms, I fled the scene ignoring her cries.

During my uneventful days, I developed a habit of exploring and whilst on my great adventures I discovered a gem. It wasn't exactly the most friendly looking place, but it was peaceful here. There was no nagging or blond narcissists. It was practically the closest thing to heaven around here.

Some days, I'd come here at night to simply vent and somedays sneak out here to draw. It was the only place that I could be my true authentic self. Even if I looked crazy talking to myself.

Being out here, made me realise how much I took for granted. Friendship, family and most of all love.

***

"Was this the only one she broke?" Sirus sighed.

"Yes," Stanford answered.

"It'll take months for the replacements to be delivered," he groaned.

"You reap what you sow," Stanford pulled the two arrows out of the floorboards.

"I didn't expect her to have a such fierce nature," Sirus leaned on the wall. "She was much more docile when we met."

"She was sixteen when you two first met, of course she'd have changed," Stanford pushed the smaller blades off the table and onto the floor. "You've changed also as much as you deny it."

"I'm sure with time she'd come around," he pushed off the wall, aiding Stanford in collecting the documents.

"Let's hope for everyone's sake, you both do," Stanford rolled his eyes.

Spoiler! she did not come around.

"I feel like I'm going bloody insane," Sirus slammed the door shut. "It's non stop!"

"I did warn you," Stanford shrugged.

"First it was the glass, then it was the flowers, then it was my shirts, my pens and tea." He listed, pacing around the room. "She even found my bedroom! How on earth did she find that room?"

"Well she is getting along well with the maids," Stanford stared off into the distance.

"Are mortals all like this? Do they all do this when frustrated?" Sirus paused. "Actually, where is she?"