Bleeding Crown (Red Queen 4 Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Congratulations if you have made it to Chapter 4! If you made it this far, you'll be rewarded with this chapter. WARNING-the end may make you cry, or have a "Katniss gets sent back to the arena" moment.

Enjoy! "I will never submit again, I will never stop fighting."

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Mare

After about five minutes, Kilorn comes back with the new and mysterious drink. He says it's called coffee, and can help you wake up in the morning. I take a look at this foreign liquid, then smell it.

"Why on Earth, would I drink this discussing drink?" I ask, in a repulsed tone.

"My mother drank coffee quite often. I tried it once in awhile, and after a few times, I began to enjoy it."

I take a sip of the coffee. If there had been a garbage can nearby, I definitely would've spit it out. So instead I downed it. I shook my head, and stood up to leave.

"I'm mad at you for making me try this. If I wanted to taste dirt, I could've drunk water from the Stilts."

"See you at the meeting, Mare. You better drink some more coffee, so you're wide awake for discussion," he says in a mocking tone.

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I had about an hour until the meeting, and Cal was right, we did have to talk eventually. I splashed water on my face and ran my fingers through my hair. After all, I must look presentable while speaking to the Crown Prince of Norta.

I walked up to the fourth floor, and contemplated which door I should knock on first. I really wasn't in the mood to see former Queen Lerolan, so I knocked on the door closest to last night's burn marks. After about fifteen seconds, no one answered. So he was either being stubborn or wasn't here at the moment.

Back home, in a life that seemed non-existent now, I had only pickpocketed, I had never broken into anyone's house. But I suppose you could call this a different situation.

In less than a minute, using two hairpins, I had managed to break into the Prince's bedroom. I now feel bad for scowling at that window on the fifth floor several days ago. I wonder whose bedroom that was.

Honestly, I shouldn't be calling any room that is on the fourth floor or above a 'bedroom.' This single chamber, meant for one person is as large as my old home, which housed seven people at one point.

The room has a queen-sized bed, a large kitchen, and a table that could simultaneously serve as a dinner table or a meeting table.

I wandered over to the balcony, looking out. The balcony, as well as the room itself, were double the size of mine. Looking out, I could tell his room faced the opposite direction as mine. At least on that day, I had gone running, I had scowled in the right direction.

Just then, I heard the door close. I didn't bother turning around and continued to look out the balcony.

"I see the Samos's have been quite generous in your living accommodations." I blurted, still looking away from him.

"How did you get in here?" He asked quietly.

"Two hairpins."

"I don't appreciate you breaking into my room, and snooping around," Cal stated.

I finally turned. "Do you think I appreciated when you went through my things back at Notch? When you read Maven's notes for me? Sorry, Cal but sometimes we don't get everything we want in life." I snarled, turning back to face the outdoors. Cal hesitantly walked up beside me, keeping his distance.