A Sacred Heart

7| What the Hell Happened?

Beau~

Beau stuffed the note in his pocket quickly and goes running around the castle like a mad man checking every corner. They couldn't have gotten far. Him and nova were barely outside for 15 minutes. His heart pumping knowing the amount of disappointment he will feel if he let the man get away.

Each foot on the ground pushing him as fast as he can go Until eventually, he ended up back in the garden. He stops in the middle of the garden to examine his surroundings. Out of the corner of his eye he sees it. A black hooded figure.

What the hell...?

He thinks as he begins to see figure attempting to scale the garden wall with a rope. As quick as he could he runs to the figure right before they can get a good height up the wall, he grabs the figure down with all his might knocking him and the figure down on the ground laying several feet apart.

The figure lost its hood to reveal long dark hair and dark eyes that could barely be seen through the faint garden lights. A mask covered the other half of the persons face, but Beau knew those eyes.

Full of pain. Full of secrets. Full of sadness. He knew because he watched his father have that same exact look in his eyes for all of the first 8 years of his life.

The note, the quick escape only to leave a note and take nothing, and the look in this woman's eyes told him everything he needed to know. This was personal and she had been hurting for a long time. Why now? Why the king's daughter?

I mean yeah, she's oblivious to the privilege she has and disobedient but that's not a good reason for revenge. It had to be something deeper.

He tried to look over the person enough so that there was nothing about them that he'd miss. Their clothes, their build, their hair, their eyes, their jewelry.

He tried to take in as much information as he could under stress.

He pulled himself up right before she could regain her strength and lunged trying to force all his body weight into his attack, but she swiftly avoided it and sent a punch to the stomach from the side into his lower abdomen.

It wasn't strong enough to leave a bruise, but it was powerful. Beau regained his strength and went hand to hand.

They traded blows and with each one he tried to aim to hit off the mask, but the woman made sure he never even got close.

After a bit she was weak from the fighting but with her last bit of power dealt a blow to the face and body then swept his foot so that he'd land on his face.

The move was sudden, but the dark-haired man caught himself before he could face-plant and as he went to swiftly get back up the woman was gone.

"Fuck" he sighed loudly to himself letting his body shut down as he dropped down to his knees. The only thing going through his mind was 1000 what ifs.

What if I took off her mask

What if I predicted that leg sweep

What if she'd escaped sooner

What if she'd gotten to Nova

What if what if what if what if

He picked himself upholding his side. She'd done some damage but so had he. There's no way she would be back for a while.

It was odd for such a woman to produce such force. Not that he didn't think women could fight but, in a way, it was almost like she was stronger than him. he winced out in pain with every step back to his room. Once he got back, he quickly ran a cold bath to ease some of the pain.

He got out of the bath with those same what ifs running circles around his head. He didn't even bother patching up his wounds before falling off to sleep.

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Nova~

The blonde-haired girl woke up with an odd knot in her stomach. It was weird. She thought maybe it would just be good to get some food into her stomach and it would go away.

She walked downstairs and of course her mother and father were too busy away to join her but it's not like she had never eaten breakfast alone. She dug in and still pondered the knot in her stomach. After the food it didn't go away. What was she missing?

Beau?!

Where was her helicopter parent of a bodyguard? Isn't he supposed to be around at all times? This is a terrible way to do the job. He's slacking off less than a month in?

She rushed up the stairs to her and her bodyguards' shared quarters. "Beauuuuu" she asked through the door while knocking on it frantically. He was usually up before her and hovering her everywhere she went.

Either he was gone or dead or both. As much as they fought she didn't want him dead. I mean gone. Absolutely. But dead? Absolutely not. "BEAU?!?!" She said knocking harder and faster "I know you're in there" she said in a taunting tone.

She actually had no clue if he was in there. She totally could have been knocking and screaming at an empty room. At some point she started to think she was. The maids that walked by looked at her like she just grew two extra legs.

"Je sais que tu me détestes, mais dois-tu être mesquin?!" She asked calmly with a huff. A figure behind the door began so shuffle closer and closer. The locks began to jiggle Around and there he was in all his fucking glory. The busiest man on the entire earth apparently. Beau Manson...but he was beaten half to death?!? "OH MY GOD."

What happened to him? Nova thought to herself.

He looked at her like she was a crazy woman. To be fair she wouldn't even blame him for thinking that the way she was about two seconds away from kicking down the door. His eyes were tired, and his face looked angrier than usual.

He looked exhausted. His body was beat and bruised. He didn't have a shirt on so she could see everything. A little part of her was dumbfounded to see how good he looked without a shirt but he looked like he was about to lay down on his deathbed so there was no time for schoolgirl crush thoughts.

"What the HELL happened to you Beau?"

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