Blood of A Queen #Wattys2016 Volume One (Completed!)

Restlessness

 I finally had gotten some sleep. It was restles, but still sleep. being a DemonBlood, I barely needed sleep, or food for that matter, but I enjoyed it none the less. Before I had completely drifted off, I remember seeing Logan at the door way, slices of light from the window cutting across his face. He had made no move to speak to me, but I had watched him watching me for about five minutes, until he turned away. I had almost wished he had said something, about the kiss, or anything. I had a big question though. What had Logan thought was wrong with me, and if there was something wrong, how did we treat it. I didnt know much, not really anything substantial at all, except I was some sort of celestial "princess". The idea seemed ludicrous, I was a 17 year old girl, who wanted to be a doctor, I was a tomboy and was never cut out for the frilly dress up sessions as a 5 year old. 

I had always perfered football to ballet, or video games to dress up. I wasn't at all someone would ever think a princess of all things. I restlessly moved around on the cot, and I had been staring at the weaving on the wall, I probably could have wven it myself now, if I had been given the chance. Logan hadn't returned yet, but I hope he did soon, not only did I have some questions, but I needed to know how he was, how he was feeling. The old women (who I found out her name was Maurice, or Mary) had come back in only to put a cool rag on my forehead and check my leg. I found out from well... myself, or my imagination, that I must have fallen after I got to the other side of the Portal. My wings were slightly fractured, as were my red horns, but I kept them both hidden. 

Becuase I hadn't had my shot for forever, my eyes where a mosaic of what looked like shattered glass. Greens, golds, reds, and yellows adorned my wide eyes. My skin had changed to, becuase I was now in my full form, my skin sparkled (literally) like diamonds, and I had small silver scales scattered on my arms and legs. If you weren't  looking at me full on, you might have thought I had leg and arm battle armor on. Mary came back in and looked at me with her intense eyes. I had never ever read or heard about a creature like her, and I knew for a positive her eyes were not normal or contacts. I almsot asked her what type of DemonBlood she was, but her look was a no-nonesense look that I personally did not want to mess with. Logan finally returned in the afternoon, after I had exhasuted myself remembering every single detail of the room I was being kept in. 

He appeared at the door way and I almost again almost screamed at him to not leave me again. Instead I reached out both arms like a pathetic baby and hoarsley said "Logan, please dont go again." as I let my arms fall uselessly beside me. Right then, in that moment, I felt tears streak through the dirt on my face, for I felt so alone. Whether Logan cared enough about me, or he knew we needed to talk, I had no idea, but he pulled up a squat wooden stool and face me. His look was that of someone losing a conflicted battle inside. I had seen the same look when my mother realized that I was starting to pull away and not talk as often. I desperately tried to stuff those thoughts in a jar as I turned my head to Logan. I had so many questions but the first one that popped out surprised me. 

"Hey, I'm sorry about kissing you...." 

I had trailed off then, not beliving that I had actually brought that up again!. Logans face flickered for a secound, and I saw an emotion of utter surprise pass over his face, but as soon as it was there, it was gone. 

"Its fine, dont sweat it."

 He said and averted his gaze to the weaving on the wall of the forest. 

"Oh."

 I said softly and picked at the comforter and tried to change the subject. 

"So.... What breed of DemonBlood is Mary?"

 I asked and chanced another glance in his direction, I didnt want to stare but at the same time i didnt want not to either. I almsot didnt hear him as he spoke again.

 " Shes a Cheeio"

 I raised an eyebrow at him, something I had perfected when I was 12, by holding it up for 1 hour in the mirror with my finger.

 "A Cheeio?"

 I asked, trying to pronounce it like he had. Logan looked amused for a minute and then answered me slightly hesitantly 

"It means she is a natural healer, but she is an outlaw. She and many of her kind were banished long ago when one of them, Rasp, made the mistake of killing the King with poision. It's not Mary's fault, but one bad egg can make the whole carton stink if you know what I mean."

 He spoke with the air of someone who had defended many a Cheeio's case. I nodded then, not knowing what else I even could do. I trained my gaze instead, on the wall, as I asked another question that had been bothering me. 

" So, how excatly did I hurt my leg?"

 I asked and reached down to move the covers so he could see my bandaged femur. He reached out then, and carefully skimmed the top of the gauze bandages. He laid his hand on my skin above me knee and answered with some remorse, as if he thought it was his fault I had hurt myself. He glanced up at me then held my gaze. 

" When we reached the other side, you were dizzy. Anyone would have been dizzy on their first Crossing, but we had Crossed onto a hill. You had grabbed onto my arm and I was light headed as well, though not as bad as you. You had fallen forward onto me, and I righted you but you slipped. I remember I grabbed out at you but you slid down the hill to fast for me to catch you. You slid down and I barely got your hand in time before you slipped onto some rocks. The only thing that was wrong with it was that you had basically destroyed your left leg on the way down."

 At this point he put his head next to my hand on the bed, and he averted his gaze as he took my hand with both of his.

 "It was my fault. I should have been more careful." he muttered.

 I took his head with my hands and whispered through my rapsy sick voice. 

" It was not youre fault, don't  sweat it" I teased slightly on the "dont sweat it" becuase that had been what he had said when I mentioned the kiss. 

I had a feeling he knew I had just copied him, and he looked up at me with guilt and..... something else... something unkown, in his eyes. He smiles slightly and said 

"Using my own words against me, eh E?" He said.

 The way he had said my nickname made my toes curl under the comforter, and my cheeks blaze. I gazed into his intense eyes as he pressed his forehead softly to mine. I could smell something like mint on his breath, and his small gusts of air on my face felt like cold tea after a hard day of chopping wood in the fields. I sighed softly and relished all of it as I closed my eyes and laid back down on the cot. He kissed the bridge of my nose softly.

 "Goodnight E" I hugged him, not to hard, not to soft, but just enough for me. 

I smiled up at him as my breath became labored as I felt on the bridge of sleep. I barely noticed it when Logan leaned down and kisses me, a soft feeling like a feather being drawn across my lips. Though I did say I barely noticed it, right?. I opened my eyes as he then kissed my forehead and said one last goodnight as I drifted into a deep slumber, filled with Logan.....