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"WELL, LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, AT LEAST THEY Have cookie treats in the back of this old thing." Louis smiles bright, pointing at the sugary treats placed in a tray in front of them.
The boys were in a carriage, being pulled straight for the castle. The thing with going to the Highlands from the Lowlands is that the journey is rocky. You would first have to pull out from the Enchanted Forest, and then go up the mountain curves, riding up in a spiral, and go straight to the castle.
Louis wished he could tell the Messenger that there was a shorter way to get to their destination, but in the position their in right now, it's best to just keep quite and not say anything.
"Yes, it would be more nice if we're weren't in damn cuffs so we could actually eat the cookies instead of looking at them like hungry stray dogs." Sam remarked, earning a cackle from Louis.
"I never knew I was going to die at sixteen, to be quite honest with you." Sam said after a moment, Louis looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Who said we're going to die?" The omega asks, with a smirk.
Sam widened his eyes, "No."
Louis gave him an amused look, "I didn't even say anything."
Sam shook his head, "I know that look. That's the look that says you're planning something, and sorry to break it to you Lou, your plans are the reason we're in the back of a carriage, shackled, and ready to be executed."
Louis smiled, and looked out the window. "Trust me, Sammy. We are not going to die today, my friend."
Sam gave him a confused look, "And how do you know that?"
Louis shrugs, "Because I don't feel like dying today."
Sam let out a laugh. A real laugh. "You don't get to decide that, Louis."
The omega shakes his head, "I do. It's my life, and I decide that I don't want to die. And you don't either. So we aren't going to die. End of story."
Sam let's out a sigh, "I'm telling you Tomlinson, when I die and turn into a ghost, I'm going to find your ass and kill you dead. Again."
"And I'd let you." Louis says, and with that, both of them sit in a comfortable silence.
It's strange, really. It's like, all this time for five years, both of them were scared of being caught. They were frightened and intimidated by the castle, the creatures, the punishments, and the king. But now that they've been caught, it's relaxing, almost.
No more being cautious, careful, or wondering what will happen to them if they do get seen.
