Our Unhappy Ending (Alois Trancy x Reader)

Meeting

You take each step as slowly as possible, trying to delay the inevitable.
But, alas, the entrance to the dining room draws closer
And closer.
With each footfall upon the carpeted floor.
You eventually get close enough to see Alois.
Sitting at one end of the circular table.
Cold blue eyes penetrating deep into your heart and soul.
You approach the table.
Suddenly, your shoes become the most interesting thing in the world.
Claude pulls out a chair for you.
You quietly take your seat and keep your eyes down.
"Look up." Alois commands.
You obey.
"Now," he says, "since you'll be stuck with me, you should get to know me."
Silence.
There's no need for you to get to know him. You know him from the inside out.
"You think you know me so well," Alois gloats, "but what you see is only the very surface." He leans across the table.
You inch backward.
"Now, don't be so shy, dearest Sam." He purrs menacingly.
He doesn't seem to care that his plum colored jacket is becoming stained from leaning on food dishes.
"Stop being so... creepy and I'll talk to you." You say.
Big mistake.
Alois frowns deeply.
"Awe, am I too creepy for you? I'm sorry..." his apology is mocking, and faker than Claude's loyalty to him.
You glare at him.
He sighs a forced sigh.
"I guess we'll just have to do this another time, when you're more.... willing, I suppose. Claude, take her away."
Claude sweeps you up into his arms seamlessly. Your legs dangle over his left arm.
You have no means of escaping from him.
He carries you back to your room, places you on the floor, and walks off, locking the door behind him.
The nerve of Alois Trancy.
You know he had a rough past, but you hadn't expected him to be this.....
Ugh.

. . .

You are left alone for the rest of the night. Your sleep is restless, constantly disrupted by the echoes of the grandfather clock.

The perspective of his highness Alois Trancy.
I lie awake that night, thinking about the recent events.
I need Sam to help me prevent my own death, but it doesn't seem like they even want to.
Was I being creepy at dinner? Was I too close for comfort?
I was just being.... Me.
Sort of.
It's more of a front I put up, I guess.
It puts people out of their comfort zone. Makes them stay distant.
Can't let anyone get too close.
Like Luka.
The old man when he....
I don't want to think about it.
I try to think about other things, but my mind keeps circling back to it.
I know I'll have to face my past one way or another, or else it'll come back to bite me.
Eventually.
The best I can do is delay it as long as possible.
Keep distancing myself.
Farther.
And farther.
And farther.
It isn't long before I fall asleep.