An Assassins Crown

Chapter 14- Katara

The cell door is locked behind me, my body aches and I stink. My hair sticks to my forehead and a cold sweat covers my body as I feel like I might throw up. I hear Roy's voice in the distance, it soothes my soul ever so slightly. I stumble to the opposite corner that I've been sleeping.

My body shivers as I throw up. It goes all over the floor in the corner, stinking up the cell more then it already was. I shouldn't have eaten the rice, I knew it was going to make me sick. But I couldn't of just said no. He took the time to go get it for me.

I feel a hand on my back rubbing soft circles. The person who I can only assume is Roy, keeps running soft circles as I continue to vomit my guts up.

For what feels like hours I continue to vomit, there's so much bile is coming up. "Done?" Roy asks, the first thing he's said since he's come back. I hadn't realised he had a rag until he wiped my mouth with it. I turn to face him and he gives me a sympathetic look. I nod and stand up straight, my back straining. He leads me to the cleaner side of the cell.

Everything seems so distant, I'm so tired I feel like I might collapse. My body hurts so much that I feel like I might fall apart. Every stitch that is supposed to hold my body together is failing me. Like a teddy bear loosing it's stuffing.

Roy sit's me down in the corner. "Where were you?" I say.

"Working" he says as he strokes my hair. "Get some rest, ok?" I nod. I hug my knees close to my chest, closing my eyes tight. Drowning out the noise I fall asleep in what feels like forever.

My sleep is dreamless. It feels like no time has passed when I'm awoken in the same awful manner as yesterday. Except today seems a bit more quiet. Someone hauls me up dragging me out of the cell. I look behind me to Roy not being there anymore. Confusion furrows my brows but I don't have time to think before I'm hauled into the arms of Kai.

He leads me to his bedroom. "You stink of vomit" he states.

"Oh, do I?" I say in a sarcastic tone. I didn't have the energy for this, my whole body hurts and I just want to sit down and cry about my shitty life. But you know what? Crying doesn't get a person anywhere. It just delays what you already have to do. Tears are useless in life. It's a fact.

Kai stuffs some clothes into my arms and shows me to the bathroom. I look at him and then the bathroom and back at him again. "Have a shower" he says.

I look at the clothes in my arms. They seem to be training wear, "I had it made for you".

Unsuccessfully swallowing the lump in my throat I say "Thankyou". I take a step in the bathroom, gold bason, a shower large enough to fit four and a bath fit for a king. I guess he would be king one day but still. With shaky hands I close the door and place the clothes on the bench. I strip away my clothes and walk into the towering shower. I turned on the water, it was cold for a second before it turned warm. The warmth glazed over my skin soothing my muscles.

Who new something as simple as a shower could feel so good. I hadn't had a shower in weeks. Using the soaps I scrubbed at my skin until is was red and raw. And it felt fucking good to feel this good and pleased with myself.

I've worn ball gowns and 10 pounds of makeup but those things never felt as good as this. Could this be considered over exaggerating? Of course it could. But do I care? Nope.