Lydia's pov:
"You turn that light on in my face and I will make it snow on your perfect hair." Stiles threatens Allison as she drags a lamp across the floor to where Stiles sits.
"But this is a serious cop investigation! It's not a real investigation unless you put the lamp on the persons face!" She whines and I roll my eyes. Honestly, she was a two year old at heart.
"I said no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? NOH!" Stiles crosses his arms. Allison lets out a huff before returning the lamp to is rightful place and joining me on the edge of my bed across from Stiles.
"So who's the author?" I ask first, pen perched intently over my pad of paper.
"Anonymous. Only person who's ever met the author is the publisher and that guys long gone. Next question." Stiles informs.
"How are you here?" Allison asks.
Stiles presses his lips in a thin line, looking down to the ground in deep thought.
"I don't really know. I just woke up one day, like I was an actual person but no one could see me." I can tell he's getting frustrated so I tell him it's okay and that we'll come back to that.
"Who's Emory?" I ask silently. All movement stops from Stiles; his fidgeting hands lay on his lap, eyes drawn to the ground and I can barely see his breathing.
"Next." He mutters.
We go on for about an hour, asking him questions and stuff he remembers while I take notes. Turns out, the whole book felt real for him. He would say he remembers running around the kingdom causing trouble and stealing cookies from the kitchen. His father was king and his mother queen making Stiles the prince. When Stiles was born, he was blessed with the gift of one of the four seasons, making him the prince of winter.
He says that he remembers things that never even happened in the novel like reading in his room or talking about his day at dinner.
"And Emory?" I bring up again causing Stiles to stay still again. "We need to know..." I remind him and he nods with a sigh.
"The neighboring King and my father weren't exactly friends. But...he had this beautiful daughter." He smiles to himself. "I'd only heard my mother talk about her occasionally and I didn't think anything of it. That was until I saw her. I don't lie when I say she was beautiful, because she was. Absolutely and truly beautiful.
I was walking around the main square of the kingdom and she was reading a book on the edge of a fountain. At first, I wasn't interested in her, I'd approached her to see the title of the novel. But as I got closer I noticed how astounding she was I was so speechless that I could barely tell her my name let alone ask what the title of the book was.
She started to talk and I got lost in her words, eventually sitting next to her as she would carry on about how she had dreams that she could fly or what she'd read last." The whole time Stiles speaks, he glows in pride, remembering his once love.
But his face darkens, returning to a serious tone and he starts to pick at the fabric of his jeans.
"We'd meet everyday by the fountain and I'd lay my head in her lap and close my eyes as she read to me. And it was perfect...All of it... Once, she told me how much she hates her father and hated living there with him—her mother was dead—and how she wished she could runaway.
So I suggested she could. She'd live with me and she'd be happy and loved. Mother didn't mind, neither did my father because they thought she was as wonderful as I thought she was." He swallows harshly before continuing.
"That's where it all went wrong. Emory had been living with us for about two months, her father never looking for her. But one night, I was dragged out of my bed and brought over to the neighboring kingdom. I tried to escape. Tried to freeze my capturers but they'd done something to me – given me something I guess. And they kept me. And they tortured me. Barely feed me if even anything. I wouldn't tell the king where she was. I couldn't. For a month they'd beat me if I wouldn't speak. I guess they got sick of it. So they..." His hand casually rubbed his neck and I understood.
"We can stop now." I tell Allison and she agrees, saying she's got to get home anyway, leaving Stiles and I alone.
"You okay?" I ask him and he nods solemnly as I slip into bed. "Come here." I say, patting the bed next to where I lay. He gets up from the chair obediently and sits where is said and I wrap my arms around his torso, causing him to shiver.
"We'll figure this out. We'll figure out what's going on." I assure him. He sighs, playing with my hair while silently thanking me.
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Authors note:
IVE HAD A TROYE SIVAN SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT (not that I'm complaining....just thought I'd let you know)
Just wrote a better love story in 910 words that Twilight tbh.😂
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
