WARNING: SENSITIVE TOPICS! DON'T COME AT ME, I HAVE ALREADY SAID IT!
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"When you break trust, it's like breaking a glass. No matter how much sellotape you put to place the pieces together, the drink inside it will still sweep through.."
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Arthur's POV
"Arthur, you have to eat something.." Ludwig said, pushing the food towards me, "You can't stay like this, I am afraid you will-"
"So what?" I replied, "At least I know someone will be waiting up there for me.."
"ARTHUR!" he shouted, his voice slightly breaking, "Don't say that. Don't let him win.."
"What use is it, he has already won.."
"ARTHUR!"
He quickly turned around to hide his tears and I felt a bullet of guilt fly into my heart and so, just for him, I took a look at the food but I can't, I can't eat it. What if it, what if it.. what am I saying, Ludwig made this and he even brought the food to me. I picked up my fork and knife and started cutting into the boiled potatoes sprinkled with parsley, black pepper and salt. Ludwig made an effort of trying to cook a delicacy for me and though it wasn't perfect, I had to show some gratitude even if I- never mind...
Ludwig gave a soft smile as I took a small bite into the potato. He still has that sense of kindness that he taught Ludwig and I am glad that he has kept that. He is hurt yes, he has become more cold and distant but he still is the Ludwig I know. He really is.
As my tongue touched the skin of the potato, I felt that I was going to collapse again. That he would laugh at me once more. The feeling that I would not return to see Ludwig again if I had taken that bite. In all that chaos, I threw the fork across the room, resulting in a flower pot to crash down.
No, not again. Never again.
I remembered once more how I felt when I finally forced out what happened to Feliciano. Ludwig told me that he, god, I don't even want to see it. I bawled my eyes out and I briefly heard that Ludwig was going down to get me food. I can still imagine Feliciano lying on the ground in the forest, covered in blood. All his dreams shattered and gone, just like that.
"Foods here!"
The door opened and closed without me even knowing who delivered it and without thinking, I ate it. I felt sick and I started coughing out blood. I screamed and everything went black, I don't know what happened next. When I woke up, Ludwig told me I had been drugged.
I won't ever be able to eat ever again...
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Alfred's POV
I sat on the ground in Rundell's Tower with a plate of mash potatoes in front of me. Well, at least not anymore, I had eaten it without even thinking ahead to the future. What a foolish mistake that was and so gullible of me to trust that Ivan guy, that fucking traitor.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Who could that be? I don't recall a letter telling me that someone would come today and shouldn't a guard be outside telling me who it is.. maybe, someone has come to free me! That's impossible, Alfred, do you not remember how angry John was at you, there's no way. So do I open it... what's the worst that could happen? You see the dead!
I stood up and unlocked the door to see the dead.
"MATTHEW!"
I wanted to give him the tightest high possible. My brother. My twin. My other soul. My reflection. My heart. He was still alive! As I was about to give him a squeeze, he lunged at me, knocking me onto the floor, leaving a purple bruise at the back of my head. He took out a knife and was about to pierce it through my skin when I managed to grab his hand and now it was a struggle for survival. What is he doing? Why is he doing this? Tears streamed out of my face and all my emotions took control of my body.
"MATTIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!"
Matthew stared at me in amusement and laughed, "What do you mean why? You had everything. Father's little pet, how does it feel to be left abandoned away; honestly, I wish he did the same thing he tried to do to me to you. Maybe, this time he would succeed!"
My voice started to break as I yelled back at him, "W-what are you saying! Did you send the letter to father, telling him about our plan? Why are you doing this to me! The second I found out I was upset! I was angry even! I screamed at John too!"
"SO! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU!" he screamed as he pushed the knife closer to me.
"BUT YOU CARE ABOUT MUM!"
He stopped all his movements and looked directly at me. "What did he do to mum?"
"He sent him away into a tower. Locked him away far from all of us. I wasn't staring this revolution for me, I was starting it to free mum and as your revenge."
I started to see his lavender eyes get glossy as he dropped the knife and hugged me. He croaked out with a broken voice, "I, I am so so sorry.. I don't know why I did this. I was just so mad I couldn't-"
"It's alright.." I interrupted, "I forgive you.."
CRASH!
"WE HAVE COME TO SAVE YOU, ALFRED!"
"MATTHEW!"
"What's going on?"
Matthew and I let go of our embrace to find three figures standing in front of us. Two of which we knew very well and one that was completely unrecognisable to both of us. I assume.
"Māori, Jett!" Matthew cried, as he squeezed both of them.
"You're alive!" Jett exclaimed, tears streaming down his cheeks, "But how?"
"Yes, tell us!" Māori agreed.
"Long story short, when Yao was sent out to kill me, he instead gave me to the French King's first hand man, Antonio. He took me on the ship to France and the French King took me in and raised me as a son.."
"And how are you here?" I asked.
"Well, I presume the French King brought some lovely pastries for the king today!" Māori said, smiling.
"What?"
"Your not the only one who wants to start a revolution, Alfred.." Jett told me.
"Jett no!" I shouted at him, "You should not be doing things like this, it's too dangerous! Māori, our promise!"
Jett shot Māori a look. "What promise?"
Māori started sweating and twiddling his thumbs, a thing he does when he gets quite nervous. Jett didn't seem to be dropping the topic anytime soon so I sighed and told him,
"Me and Māori promised that we would leave you out of all these dangerous situations.. we don't want you to get hurt again and we want to give a childhood you deserve.."
"But I want to join you guys! You are my brothers! I want to be with you and that's the way I will enjoy! I want to be part of something! Don't push me out of it!" Jett protested, his voice breaking.
I was about to say no to him once more but Matthew told me that we should allow him to do this. To help. "He has managed to get you out and set up quite a strong plan.."
What plan? Why haven't I heard of this? I sighed and looked once again at Jett, whose eyes were pleading to me to say yes.
"Fine.."
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A bit longer to make up for the last chapter, which was quite short! Anywho, do you remember when I said a couple chapters ago that the revolution has begun, well I was wrong then. Now, the revolution has begun.
Cool fact: Rundell tower was named after one of my favourite authors, Katherine Rundell
Signing off,
Pirate Elvrinda🍵
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