Last Voyages

Chapter 15

"I'm not ready to say goodbye." -Bella

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Harry's POV:

Heavy chains weighed down my feet as I sat on a lone wooden bench, imprisoned in the jail cells of the palace. I should've thought about this before: we were going to the head of the country's house...and I'm a deadly pirate. Of course they were going to throw me in jail.

If those damn guards hadn't have snuck up behind me, I would've been able to escape. I didn't even see them coming though. As soon as Phillipa began to speak, they were on me. Bastards slammed my head on the ground, and it's still throbbing.

Its almost been a full hour since I've been in here, and all I can think about is what's about to happen. They're going to hang me, no doubt. I've come all this way and done all this work...and for what purpose? Nothing.

I stared down at my hands, feeling anger welling up inside me because of my imprisonment. I shouldn't even be in here. I should've never even come back.

The large door creaked open and I looked up, seeing the guards at the entrance letting someone in, speaking in hushed tones before the guards walked out of the little prison and the person they let in walked towards me. 

Upon seeing Bella walking up to me gingerly I let out a huff, looking back down. Why was she here? I couldn't understand how she was still able to even look at me after everything that's happened.

"I don't know if you know the details, Harry...but ever since you left, I did get a job so I could support Layla and I." she whispers and a frown etches itself onto my face, but I still don't look up at her. What she was saying didn't make any sense at all.

"I work as one of the Queen's top attendants." she murmurs and I raise an eyebrow, slowly looking up to see her standing quite shyly, one arm down while her other hand was gripping her forearm tightly. "And as such attendant...I received all of the intelligence reports." she says and my eyes widen slightly.

"I knew you were alive because of them...but that's not what matters now. I have received reports about a group of rogues...thieves, more like it. A bunch of bandits that live on an island not too far off the coast of England...and a certain group of bandits that may have hurt you in the past." she says and I stare at her in shock. She continues to look at me with cloudy eyes before continuing.

"I'm bailing you out. I've convinced Phillipa to lift your death sentence...you'll be out of here by tonight. And after I get you out of here...I'll give you those reports. Maybe you'll be able to find them. You don't have to stay here anymore if you don't want to." she says with a weak smile and I stare at her in utter shock.

An overwhelming feeling floods my body and before I know it, I'm covering my face with one hand and tears are flowing down my face, sobs racking my body as I cry.

"H-Harry? Did I say something wrong?" Bella asks startled, her footsteps coming over to the base of my cell and I shake my head, too ashamed to look at her.

"After everything I've done to you...after abandoning you and our child, after hating you for no reason all these years, after treating you so horribly, my own wife...you're still willing to help me?" I gasp in disbelief, crying into my hands before I hear her sigh.

"Of course I'm going to help you. It doesn't mean I'm any less hurt or angry, but that also doesn't mean I love you any less either." she whispers and I look up at her, seeing the sad look on her face and I shake my head.

"I don't deserve you." I whisper before heaving myself up, going forward and putting my arms around her through the bars of the cell, holding her close to me. She tensed up when I held her, but slowly put her arms through the cell to return my hug. "I'm so sorry Bella. I've been so selfish." I whisper and I feel her shake her head against my shoulder.