The Queen Of Eternity

Come out, come out

I don't know how many people I've kicked and shut up forever in the last thirty minutes.

The next guard I see looks at me for a fraction of a second before walking away.

Bingo. 

I give a single nod as a sign of thanks and his mouth twitches into a smile.

I continue walking upstairs.

The throne room is here, most likely Themis will be here too. Precisely why I'm here without Lucas. 

The dry blood on the side of my mouth makes the skin their itch, the front strands of my hair are glued to my forehead with sweat,

I pass a mirror and I can't help but stop.

I don't really look like myself.

There's not a hint of makeup anymore, my under eyes are dark due to lack of proper sleep, my outfit makes me mentally gag.

There's nothing noteworthy other than a golden breastplate over a plain white t-shirt and jeans.

My brown dye has started to wash off from my hair, leaving my hair a dull shade of brownish blonde.

I have started to miss my perfect blonde curls.

I've gotten much skinnier which is obvious considering the fact that I don't have the time or energy to eat a full meal.

There's bruises on my neck from the fight with this one dude who had no reaction to the chloroform I forced him to inhale. I didn't realize how dead I look.

I shake my head as if that would throw away my thoughts.

This is not the time to pick myself apart.

I start walking again, light, quick steps.

I stand close to the throne room and realize someone is beside me before I can fight he whispers, "Chill, it's me. There was nothing there, just rando guards. Killed a few, hope that won't be a problem."

I sigh.

I should've known I can't protect him by sidelining him. 

Which is probably a good thing. I need him by my side.

"I'll check inside."