Meghan was a flurry of compressed emotions springing out of their cage. Worry, anxiety, fury, and confusion wrapped around her neck, choking her. She could barely breathe. The horrifying weight of saving the courts was again upon her. Ash called her name behind her, but she internally called for her bug to fly her directly to her rooms. The hum and buzz indicated its arrival. Hurried footsteps behind her signaled that Ash was closer. No, no. She needed to be alone, she needed to think. Meghan stepped upon the bug signaling where to go. A hand gently touched her shoulder. She flinched.
Ash took a step back. Meghan Chase, his love, flinched at his slight touch. Meghan did not turn around. She was on the verge of shouting, crying, and breaking something. Why, why, why must she be bothered again. She wanted to hurl fate in the other direction, away from her sad soul. She did not want the burden and threat of failure upon herself. The ruling of a kingdom was hard enough. How would she do it now? The safety of three courts pounded at her head. The problems wailed within her.
"Meghan," Ash whispered.
She barely heard him. He cautiously walked in front of her, awkwardly fitting himself between the bug and Meghan. She refused to make eye contact. As he came into her line of vision, she turned her head, away, with her hair covering most of her face.
"Why," Meghan murmured. "Why must it happen again." She wistfully looked into the distance. It looked peaceful. Her home now, the Iron Court looked so peaceful. So different than how her head felt, a war waging within.
Ash said nothing.
"Please move out of the way." Her voice, so dead of emotion. Ash looked at her, but did not move.
"Ash," she growled. Meghan had never risen her voice at her knight since his arrival those years ago, a different person with a soul. "Get out of my way."
"No," he responded back frostily.
"No?" She questioned. Her expression was hard. She needed to me alone, thinking and planning whatever she was to say tomorrow. She didn't have time for wayward Knights.
"Meghan-" Ash started.
"I need to think Ash. I need to get these Courts," she spat, glaring. "In order and I need to see the cause. I am trying to fix a problem that is not mine! I have no information and I have to provide solutions to a problem I didn't know existed!" She shoved him out of the way. She climbed upon the bug seething. She left her knight by the boarder, contemplating.
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She was a whirlwind of fury when Ash saw her again. She was in and out of their room grabbing clothes, not dresses, but pants, a shirt, essentials. He saw her shoving them in a black backpack along with a tablet and a notebook. Why was she packing? Meghan was only discussing matters with court. Where did she go to put her actions at a haste? He went to leave the room to help when his eyes caught over her again. Her hands were shaking. He strode over, gently stilling her hand between his.
Meghan shakily exhaled. She snaked her arms around Ash, silent. He simply held her, quiet.
