Come away

XIV

Italia had waited for hours, and hours, but sleep never came to her exhausted body. All the power she had during the last few days of adventure had completely left her, and now she was left to ponder what she was going to do with Aren in the future. He was her age, and a royal pain, but he had gut, and Italia knew that she had to keep him close as he is worth much. But they are both in the middle world, where things will be unpredictable for a good long time. They had been here for a few days, and Aren was already settling into the story they had devised saying that he was her younger brother. People, being as gullible as they are, bought it, and love seeing the pair together.
"Aren?" It called towards boy boy who was last situated in the kitchen.
"Yes Italia?" As she turned the corner, there Aren sat at the stove, a spatula in his hand, eggs in the frying pan.
"You cook?" Her questionable words rung around, boring into the young boy in front of her.
"Sometimes, only when I am around the kitchen staff, eggs are my favourite so," he glances at the pan, indicating why he was making them. It gives him a small smile, something she hadn't thought her sled capable of for a long time.
"Well that's very kind of you." They spend time together, cooking and eating and talking, like normal people, though they aren't normal, and It is reminded of that when a faint but strong knock sounds at the door. Aren ushers her to go find out who it is, though It is hesitant. She had told people to not bother her unless the situation was dire, so what could be so urgent that someone would knock on her door and disturb her peace? Hesitantly, she made her way towards the door, careful to not be seen in the glass window. Her hand grasps the door handle, the cool metal firm in her hand. As she pulls the door open, she lets out a gasp as the person she never thought she would see again stands slightly bruised and battered in front of her. Thispan.

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