Unclaimed

Chapter Nine- Quiet

Judas

Watching her sleep soundly as she laid sprawled out on her bed. I silently stood by the stairs watching her. She turns in her sleep moaning, her eyes brows furrow as mutters through her lips.

The morning sun rays beaming into the house, hitting the glass shards hanging above us. The entire ceiling lit up, the rainbow colored glass dancing in the sunlight, it's now I understand what she meant. Playing with sunlight.

I turn and creep down the stairs, keeping light on my toes as to not let the creaking steps give me away. Just as I reach the base of the stairs, my father emerges from his room, face to face with each other staring in silence.

"You need to give her space." He finally breaks the silence and I sigh.

"I know that. But she's angry with me. I've never dealt with someone who's opinions actually matter to me." I say and my father looks to me with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll try not to take offense to that." He says quietly. Keeping our voices low as the early morning sun rises. On the high windows I could still see droplets of water rolling down the glass. "Did you check on the patrol guards?"

"I didn't get the chance last night. But trust me I'll figure it out." I grumble making my father laugh.

"You really want to impress her." He says as he gets to making himself a pot of coffee.

"I just never felt so...lame. That girl last night didn't coming running to ask us for help, she looked at Isabeau and only her. And then come to find out our soldiers aren't falling in line and letting the towns people get attacked, it speaks to a new level of incompetence that I've never felt."

"How are you so sure the patrol guards let it happen?" My father asks.

"Because there is no excuse. They've done hard, days long drills in storms that have lasted longer than this." I feel the annoyance bubbling in me and I begin to understand Isabeau's anger a bit more.

"So then, as a king what do you do?"

"Round them up, drill them, make an example." I shrug.

"You need them to understand that going against your word, is treason. You tell them to patrol, keep watch, and protect. Show them what it means when they disobey direct orders." My father giving me a hard look as he explains.

"The bigger question is, why would rogues attack a peaceful town like this?" I ask. "There's nothing to be gained here, politically at least."

"This town is ripe for a rampage of rogues, or really any alpha willing enough. Their reasources, their community, there's such harmony that it's almost begging to be overrun." My father says as the coffee pot begins to whistle on the stove. He moves quickly, removing the pot and pouring himself and me a cup of coffee. We both take a drink, I pause savoring the taste.

"Even their coffee here is some how better." I mumble.

"Which is odd to me considering the 'high quality coffee' I pay hundred of dollars for, could never come this close." My father shaking his head at the mug in his hands. "You think if I ask, she'll give us some to take home."

"I think if you ask anyone in this town for anything they'd give it to you. There's no greed here, there's no materialism, everyone here wants for nothing. How did we never think of this? Creating a community like this, just filled with people that want for nothing." I look to my father who has his eyes glued to the counter top.

"To be very honest Judas, I don't know." He shakes his head. "I wish I knew how to create peace like this, it would have saved a lot of time, maybe even more lives."