"Can't you just use some witch craft or something, to make her love me?" I heard Liam shout. I have got to stop waking up in strange places.
"No Liam. That's wrong" Niall sighed. Niall? Where's Ghina? Where's Harry?! Memories came flooding back to me like a photo album. Harry...My King...is dead. Killed by Liam, the monster. Anger boiled inside of me. The temptation to jump up, and kill Liam was slipping from my grip.
"WHERE'S HARRY?!" I screamed as I stood up.
"Hello love. Don't you remember Harold died in the war?" he stated sadly. Does he think I have amnesia or something? Or that I'm stupid?
"NO YOU KILLED HIM YOU MONSTER!" I blurted out. Niall glared at Liam akwardly.
"I WANT TO LEAVE! I WANT TO BE WITH HARRY!" I cried. That just made Liam angrier.
"I'M FED-UP OF YOU! YOUR SO STUBBORN! STUBBORN DAMN IT! YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME EVEN HALF OF WHAT YOU GAVE HIM! YOU WANT TO LEAVE!? FINE LEAVE! GET OUT! GET OUT RIGHT NOW!" He screamed pointing to the door. I smile appeared on my face. I opened the castle doors, and felt the cold breeze on my face. I've missed this. I was about to walk out when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. No. No! Please not Liam. I turned to see. Liam. I smiled at him warmly. He smiled back releasing my shoulder. I took the advantage and ran through the gardens, ignoring the screamed from Liam and soldiers behind me.
I found the gardens gate. I flung it open as if I where in a movie. Freedom. I had freedom. For the very first time in months. I let the sweet air of freedom sink into my nostrils. I heard near by footsteps and took off into the forest. I ran until I heard nothing. Where is that cottage Harry built? Harry. Harry. It echoed in my head a thousand times over. My king is dead. I fell to the floor on my knees crying.
"HARRY" I cried casung all the crows to fly from the trees. I have to be strong for Harry. I stood up, and swept away the tears, and sucked it up.
"Get yourself together, for Harry" I mumbled walking on. My eyes spotted the cottage hidden behind a sea of vines, and wild flowers. I walked towards the door and flung it open.
"HARRY?!" I screamed at his sight. He was readina book by the fire, in the rocking chair. He looked up and threw his book behind him, and approached me. I flung myself at him. He's not dead. He's not dead! My King is alive!
"HARRY! Why didn't you come for me? I thought you where dead!" I cried in his shoulder. He rubbed my back, and sighed.
"Liam said if I had came, he'd hang you in the middle of the villieage's town square" he sighed almost crying himself.
"Harry. I would rather be hanged, then to be without you" I admitted blushing. He swept a lock of hair form my face, and smiled.
"How'd you escape?" He questioned curiously.
"Well I ran from Liam, basically" I chuckled. He shook his head not satisfied with my answer, but brushing it off, in accpetance of my presence.
"Your safe with me, you'll always be, I will never let anyone hurt you, as long as I live" he admitted kissing my cheek.
