A Kingdom of Sins

Chapter Four

The other day was a blur, no one explained anything. For the rest of the day Mason and I made ourselves comfortable in a study he had told me about. We were silent, only making eye contact about once an hour. Mason would always blush when we did and of course that caused me to blush in return. It was the most aggravating thing ever! Minutes ticked in our ears and hours ran in front of our eyes, making arguments with each other while they created their own kind of dance, and before I knew it it was one o'clock. Nothing was supposed to happen today. I mostly just stood in the royal camber reading, as Mason read reports. After a while He Looked up. He must have gotten some courage because he didn't blush when meeting my eyes this time. "Are you mad Kaitlin?" He asked, his voice typically danced around the room but now it was held down from worry.

"Why?" I giggled, "there's really no reason to be."

His eyes widened, "but I wasn't honest to you in the market."

What was he talking about? I asked myself, but then it hit me, Mace, who looked almost identical to him and always reminded me of someone. Finally that someone had a face. I sighed, "Mace is short for Mason, right?" He nodded, "okay I'm a little mad," I mumbled to myself as we both put our literature back on the shelves, adding anarchy to the already destroyed study. "I guess he doesn't remember me," I muttered under my voice. I almost laugh, he must of gotten the idea for someone he just doesn't know that someone is sitting right in front of him.

The walk down to the mess hall was silent, nothing but our dancing footsteps and the mumbles falling off workers tongues. When we got there I kept walking, even if I didn't have plans I still would have eaten in my room. Mason seemed to take this as shock. "Where are you going?" He asked, the calmness in his voice staying hidden under his expression.

I sighed, pivoting back to face him. "Well I wouldn't eat in there," I pointed to the entrance of the large room, even if I didn't have plans."

"So," he practically sung, "you have a date or something." I shook my head. I was dating someone, Thomas Milloy to be exact, but he was visiting his mother in a different town. It would probably be best to break things off with him anyways. I don't want The King hurting him and we've been growing apart lately. "Just avoiding me then."

"Absolutely!" I exclaimed. A dark wave took his eyes as I pivoted around. I continued down the walls as Mason ran to catch me. He probably expected me to turn around to his pounding footsteps but I just kept on walking.

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I had finally got to the market, and once again it was felled to the brim with people. Once again I would have been hours late to work but that life was behind me now. I stood their as that thought flew through my head, fearing the future.

I got to the place where our stand used to be, but it was gone. Noah was nowhere to be seen. My mind instantly flew to the worst. Was he dead. Was he coming to rescue me. I turned around and sprinted to his house, the gravel crunching beneath my feet.

I finally got to Noah's house to see him sitting with two girls I had never seen before. I knocked on the gray wooden door for Noah to answer. Before a single word came out of his mouth he picked me up in giant hug

"Have you been crying fireboy," I could really tell he was crying because he had gotten my face all wet. For gods sake, I thought I told him not to worry!

I could barely make out what he said next, "don't call me fireboy," whimpered across his face. Right as I walked into the room I could tell I was not wanted.

Their was a sandy blond girl, no older than 17. It was common that Fea children had blond hair no matter what the parents had, but of course me and my bright fiery orange hair and Noah's chocolate brown mess he calls hair were not the only exception. She wore a standard bland brown dress, I could tell she didn't want to have it on but it was mandatory for girls to wear a modest dress. She had jean-like leggings on. She had enchanted dagger in her pocket. Although I had studded enchantment's for years I could not tell what Fea magic she used. It seemed as foreign to me as her face.