The Real Villian

Year: 4055; Day: 266

{Song of the chapter: Jet Pack Blues - Fall Out Boy}
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"I think we need to talk about this relationship of ours," Jove declared as he marched into my room. I tilted my head slightly to meet his stare.

"Agreed," I said, "because you think we have one."

A corner of his mouth turned up, but he quickly shook it away. "No-- Look, I feel like you've been giving me some mixed signals, here."

My lips drew into a line. "Well, I apologize if I have been. Honestly, I don't want to hurt you anymore. You were just a rebound. Kind of still are," I told him honestly.

"Okay," he whispered, his dark blue eyes dropping. "I won't give up, though. If you and that other guy weren't meant to be, then I believe we are."

I groaned and threw my head in my hands. "Jove! It's been nearly one hundred days since we've met. If we were meant to be, we'd already be in love."

"Well, I'm in love."

"You're not in love." I sighed and laid my head back against the chair. "And I do actually have things to do, Jove! I have to deal with Greon and his ridiculous hatred towards me, I have to do at least something about the riots, I have to--"

"Nova," he cut me off, "just hear me out."

I bit my lip and glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow. My glare assuredly held boredom and disinterest.

He inhaled a deep breath and started, "Nova, you're Queen and all, and that's cool, but it's wearing you down. You need some help. I think I can help you, politically, mentally, and emotionally."

I let his words sink in for a moment, just to find they had no affect at all. "Jove, no. Leave."

Hurt reflected off his expressions, and I felt a... transfixion at my heart. Nonetheless, he slowly backed out of the room. Not before whispering, "Just think about it, My Queen."

After the door softly closed, I mumbled under my breath. Focus! I ordered myself. My newsgram was constantly refreshing new articles on my lack of grasp on our city. The riots had only gotten worse, they were occurring daily now. It never got too bad, usually guards were injured and citizens were disposed of. At the moment, they were protesting the law to only have two children. Days ago the popular protest was on color.

... It was what I wanted, definitely, yet the thought of citizens dying everyday made me uncomfortable.

In addition to that, Greon was on my back every day. He was perennially comming me, messaging me, and sending representatives from his city. The man just never gave up.

Two days ago, he sent me a message saying, 'We own these people, Nova. They must do whatever we say-- whatever we want. I won't let you ruin that.'

The thought of his messages made my face scrunch in disgust. I knew I wasn't precisely the most consummate specimen out there, but at least I wasn't as sickly awful as him.

Right?

His heart was colder than ice. I was convinced that it was a chunk of glacier held by arteries full of liquid nitrogen. He didn't care for anyone, as far as I was concerned. Greon was just a grumpy old man who was afraid of change.

How many President Greons does it take to change a light bulb?

None. He's too afraid of change, even if it means bringing light into darkness.

What's white, icy, and cold?

President Greon.

A light knock brought me out of my brainstorming of jokes. "Come in," I called sharply.

A peculiar, unrecognizable guard fumbled into my room.

"U-uh, Your Majesty?" he tripped on his words.

I arched an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"I, um, brought you an apple." His hand stuck out in front of me. Long behold, a food that wasn't 3D printed.

My eyebrows knitted together. "Where did you get it?" Apples were extremely rare, they were one of the few actually sweet treats left. 3D printed food was absolutely tasteless. It looked nice, and it gave you necessary nutrition, but eating it was like putting chalk in your mouth. Not good.

He shook his appled hand. Not without hesitation, I reached for the apple. He grinned once it was in my hand. "My mother. She had a meeting in the City of forest green and midnight black, so she snatched a few apples off of their trees."

"That's stealing."

The young man winked and whispered, "Not if nobody knows about it."

A corner of my mouth twitched. "I don't think you understand the meaning of 'knowledge'. Once you've told someone something, they know it."

He shook his head and threw me a smile. "Just try it, Your Highness."

I studied the fruit for a moment. It was bright green with light reflecting off the shiny surface. The guard was intensely watching every move I made. With a small, uncomfortable clearing of my throat, I stuck the apple into my mouth and bit down. The sweetness instantly hit my tongue. I probably could've passed out from the glory that was this apple.

It was like licking sugar. With every crunch of the apple under my teeth, more nectarous juice seemed to flow out of the apple. I felt like I was floating. The man was still grinning at me, but it had a new tint to it. His eyes were dancing with mischief. That's probably not a good sign, I wondered to myself.

The corners of my vision were starting to go dark. I wondered if I was actually going to pass out from the glory of the apple, but looking at the guard had me wondering if that wasn't the case at all.

"Night, Your Highness," the man murmered with a triumphant grin. His face went blurry. Had I closed my eyes? Everything went dark...

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Hey guys :) sorry the chapter is so short!! I just figured that was a good place to leave it haha

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