💚~•~{The Rose and the Creek}~•~🩷

~•~{ANSWERS}~•~

Creek was sulking flat on his face on the hard stone ground of the fun dungeon. His sisters just looked at him with pity in their eyes.

The girls noticed that he didn't speak much after Cain took Floyd. "Hey, Creek?" Lucky started, staring down at him while tapping the floor with her finger.

"Maybe we could persuade them into letting us out" she suggested, looking out of the cell to see the brothers and the royal sisters speaking with one another. "Can I suggest something?" Acacia asked, staring at her siblings with hope.

"Acacia I'm still mad at you and Sage for getting us caught, please don't speak for another hour" Lucky exclaimed, voice having some irritation etched to it.

"But you said that 5 hours ago, and we're losing time to actually save Floyd!" Sage says, starting to get antsy.

"Maybe you guys should've went faster and actually watched where you were going!" Lucky yelled at them. This set Sage off immediately.

"Well excuse me for not being as skilled at jumping fences, I'm not like ms. 'I used to steal stuff because my parents disowned me for not being their perfect dream daughter'!" Sage yells, not noticing what came out of her mouth.

Lucky stares at Sage with absolute rage as she tackles her down. They started scrapping on the ground, both doing an equal amount of damage until Acacia broke it up.

"Alright that's enough!"

They both spent time away from each other and pulled the middle finger at each other, both of them visibly pissed at each other.
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Floyd opened his eyes and is met with a bunch of roses with a big heart in the middle that has his name. He stares at them in awe and touches the stem, accidentally cutting his finger by the thorn.

He silently yelps in pain, unintentionally grabbing the attention of Cain.

"Did you prick your finger darling?" He asked. Floyd took note of the worry in his voice. "Uhm...I'm fine, it's just a tiny prick on my finger" he persisted.

"I'll go get a bandage for it just in case darling"

Floyd was getting sick of Cain calling him darling, but he didn't say anything, he didn't want to get hurt again.

He started to stare longingly at the window, hoping that someone, anyone could come save him from this fate.

He stared at the window until Cain walked back into the bedroom, holding a med kit for his finger.

Cain started to dab alcohol onto Floyd's injured finger. He then grabbed a bandaid and wrapped it around his finger.

"Let's get you fitted for the wedding darling"

Oh.

Honestly Floyd almost forgot about the arrangement. He tried to push it in the back of his mind, but to no avail, he sometimes had nightmares of him and Cain getting married.

'But thats not important right now' Floyd thought, pushing those negative thoughts out of the way. He slowly got out of bed. He realized he had forgotten how injured his legs were, so when his feet touched the floor, he fell over completely.

He whimpered in pain quietly. He tried to get up by himself, but it was no use, he kept falling down whenever he tried to get up.

Cain noticed this and rushed to his side, which is odd for someone who was the reason why his legs hurt even more than they did before.

Cain picked him up bridal style and whisked him away to the dressing room.

When they got to the dressing room, Cain set him down on the soft red couch that was in there.