C H A P T E R T W E L V E
Sir Gregory knocked impatiently on Lady Ford's chamber door. He twisted the hinge but the door was bolted shut. Ford had locked the door. "Ford, open up please." he pressed his forehead onto the plank of the wood.
"Sir," Gregory turned around to see a small Espn, standing a few feet away. "There is a young man out in the courtyard from the Shadow Lands, though he smells of the Sky People."
"He may have been sent by Thorne, seat him for me. I'll be there in a moment." Espn nodded to Sir Gregory's order and she went down the staircase.
He heard the door unlock and he placed his hand on the hinge, twisting it open. Gregory stepped inside and he saw Ford sitting on the concrete floor, back face to him, her hair looked as if it hadn't seen a brush in weeks.
"When was the last time you left this room?" He asked as he closed the door shut.
Ford was still on the floor when Gregory turned around. She sniffled. He walked up behind her and knelt down, placing a hand on her shoulder. She flinched. "Go." she fought to say through her tears that were trying so desperately to fall.
"Ford, tell me what happened — "
"Why!?" She twirled around and he saw the blood on her lip and sweat streaming down her clear face. "So you can tell me how right you were and how you told me so?"
He brought his hand up to her face and gently wiped her tears away until she slapped his hand. He cleared his throat, "So I can punish who's responsible."
"I already took care of that." she said quickly before standing up and making her way over to the window that oversaw the courtyard. Gregory stood up as well.
"What are you saying?"
"I killed the man." she said with no emotion in her voice. She looked at him. "I'm not just some damsel in distress, Gregory — "
"I know you're not." he interrupted, placing his hands behind his back. "Ford, about our betrothal — "
"Gregory this is not the time."
"I understand but I'm afraid that there will be no proper time." He told her, taking several steps closer that he felt was an appropriate distance. "Ford, I know you'll never love me. But I just wanted to make it known that I won't let anything happen to you."
Ford scowled. "Well it's too late for that."
"It only did because you left the castle without anyone's acknowledgement." he snapped and immediately wanted to take back his words. "I apologize."
"No," she shook her head. "it was indeed my fault."
"Don't you dare say that, Ford."
She smiled because he was so kind and yet she was still awful to him. "I left the castle and... I — I was raped." She shrugged the thought away but she still cried. "So I killed him."
Gregory didn't know what to; he didn't know whether to comfort her or leave her to her thoughts, though he definitely did not want to do that. "Good thing or I would've tortured the bastard."
Ford licked her saltwater lips and smiled. "You are very good to me, Gregory. I'm sorry that you were matched to me."
"Why would you ever say that?"
"I don't know if I'll ever be what you want in a wife." she admitted. Ford knew that her heart and soul both belonged to the Supreme. She hated the slightest idea of her at the moment but her love for Laurel was never going to fade. Their souls are entwined.
