A Kingdom of Sins

Chapter Eight

We walked back to his room but once he opened the door it was less of a room and more of a set of stairs. "Why are we in the east tower?" I asked with a shige. I hated heights and from a young age never really could stand them, you could say they were my Achilles heel. But to my fear we started walking up them.

The walls were a mixture of a gray and dull green color and were stone brick like the stares and were just as cold and dull. The stairs curved around a pillar in the middle leading up and up. "Because they stuck me in the top of this tower," I couldn't believe he said this so nonchalantly as he shrugged. It must be horrible to walked up those stairs after a long day of meetings, let alone have to sleep this high up.  "Why, you scared of heights?" he asked with a grin that would have made me sick but I already was paile from when we passed a window.

"Possibly," I muttered under my breath. Which I assume he heard as he broke out into  laughter.

"So the famous, unbeatable Fae is afraid of heights," he said with laughter poking fun of me, but he would pay for it later. But he caught on to a problem in this, "wait," he paused, probably to think of a way to put his thoughts into words. He found a way to put them into to words as he continued, "can't Fae fly, or something?" This took me as a surprise, because yes Fae can fly, or at least could.

"Well, It's complicated, but that was true," I said shrugging off my memories of that night. After a full minute of walking up stairs and in circles we finally reached his room. He open the door slightly, hoping I wouldn't see anything, But I could see his room was a mess. Books and papers were thrown about everywhere without a care, but that was all I could see through the crack.

As he walked through the door he gave me a glance before saying, "Well we have all day, you can tell me later," he had a normal hopeful grin all over his face.

I waited a minute for him to lean his combed back brown hair through another crack that would open, but I was greeted with hair that was incredibly messy. "You know your hair was perfectly fine the way it was," I said knowing no one would even glance at us when they were working with their busy lives.

"If you want I could go back and change it, but it would take a few minutes," he said with a chuckle as blood rushed to my face like it was a race. Was this his lame excuse for flirting?

"No, no it's fine. We need to get moving anyways," I said shaking my head, knowing that it would be a reasonable  walk to the market and would take even longer to convince the guards to let Mason off grounds. I wonder how he's been doing it?

"So, about that flying thing?" Mason asked as we walked down the stairs. It was a stupid idea to talk about anywhere in the capital, nevertheless the palace! 

"I'll tell you when we get off palace grounds," I said with a look that just screamed his sentence was idiotic.

We passed a window that was about half way down. The rays of sunlight were strong at this hour making the, otherwise ugly, stone glimmer. But the stone was not the only thing shining, the light bounced off Masons hair reveling creamy blond highlights. It was odd as I'd never noticed them before, probably because the rather dark and gloomy castle. I thought about why theis highlights were only revealing themselves in the strong sunlight. But then it hit me, blond. I had seen his hair like this twice but had looked over it. Those were times I never wanted to think about and that I would do everything in my power to stop from happening... again. I could feel tears grow in the corners of my eyes as fear took over my body, but I pushed the torture back down like I did every time something like this happened. I had sworn never to live through that day again.I ran from my past, choking down my fears and thoughts and continued walking.