Cell, Sweet JAIL Cell

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   I sat on the floor, still as emotionless as ever, and still chained to the wall. God! How long do these people take? I have an execution soon, but you'd think they would do it the day you got there. I've been sitting in this dark stone room for days.
I sighed. I swear, I just need to get out of here. But there are guards posted around the clock, and I didn't have time to analyze the place. I hope Aaron is coming for me. Or Aphmau. Because those seem to be the only two living beings that actually care about me.
I only came to Pheonix Drop a few days ago, and I've already made...friends? Honestly, I have never made a friend before. The guards hate me, every other lord hates me, my family is dead, and there are three people who actually care.
Aaron, Aphmau, and Kawaii~Chan. Brendan, Brian, Cory, Zoey and the rest of them are still weary about me. I haven't stolen anything, but they still seem to assume the worst. This is the first time I've tried to make friends too!
The door creaked open and I saw a man with jet black hair, sky blue eyes, and a O'khasian priest uniform. How pathetic.
"I'm guessing you are the person that's taking me to my end?" I grumbled. The hood of my tunic was still on, so he couldn't see my raised eyebrow.
"No, though that's what I could be doing. Instead, I'm giving you an opportunity." he chuckled.
"And what might that be?" I asked, intrigued.
"Well," he stated,"If you can get my brother, the eldest prince of O'khasis, Garroth, I will not only set you free, but give you the amount of money equal to your bounty." My eyes were wide. Someone handing me in gets a lot more than just one stack of diamonds.
He was in Pheonix Drop, not to far away. But even Garroth doesn't need to be with this idiot.
What would my friends think of me if I did?
What would everyone else in the village, who already hate me, think of me?
What would Aphmau think of me?
What would Kawaii~Chan think of me?
Am I really that bad of a person? The final question, that stuck itself inside my head like a sticker, popped up. One that I didn't wish to think about, at all.
What would Aaron think of me?

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