The Mis-Fits Among the Mis-Fits

Aya's POV

  I go back to my room after making Bela faint. I cry for what feels like a lifetime, but most likely an hour. I am a horrible friend. How could I do that? All she wanted was to talk. Maybe what Tom, Em, and Maven think is right. I'm a monster who feeds on controlling humans. Except for the way I do it is like a drug. As bad as it is for someone, I actually make it feel comforting. I feel a twinge of guilt pinch the inside of my gut. I decided it would be better to go to the chamber. The chamber I found 7 years ago when I was in the castle. I go to the chamber, as expected it was empty. The room was not disturbed. The bed was in the farthest corner of the room, there was a walk-in closet, and the desk with the unfinished story lay there in the middle of the empty chamber. I had worked on finishing the story, it was okay but to me, it was far from ready. It was my deepest secret. I moved one of the chairs that were near the closet to the desk. I began to write at once. After a half hour or so, I hear footsteps. I panic and hide behind the desk without a second thought. A tall figure enters the room, I recognize the person at once, The Prince Maven Calore. I hear his footsteps nearing to my hiding spot, all of a sudden a face appears in front of me, "BOO" says Maven, with a childish face. I instinctively curl up into a ball. "Did I scare you?" he asks, ever so innocently. I relax and reply with my usual calm voice, "Yes, yes you did," I admit. "Well, I'm sorry, I just for once see the real you, not the, well you know, the court you, " he says in a shy whisper. We are still sitting behind the desk, 6 awkward cm away from each other, I feel uncomfortable. "You wouldn't like the real me, she is vulnerable, yet cruel, sensitive, yet unforgiving," I say my tone completely changes to a tone foreign to my ears. "Are you sure that really is her," while he looks equally on edge, his voice is comforting. "How do you do it?" I ask. "Do what" he looks confused. "Convince people to do as you say, if I wasn't so used to people trying to control me, I would believe what you told me, is it because your mother is a whisperer?" I simplify. "I don't know how to answer that," he replies, "I could light the world on fire and call it rain" We walk to the bed in the corner of the room. "How do you know this place?" I ask another stupid question. "Found it when I was 3" he replies. "Do you know who it belonged to?" he asked another stupid thing, adding it to my bombard of questions. "I think it belonged to the first king's daughter," he answers. I continue to ask silly questions until he says, "Aya I think we should go back to our rooms," " I know" I tell him. "I'll walk you back to your room." "It's okay," my voice hasty. I walk out of the room but he is behind me. I keep walking until he grabs my arm, "Aya, it's okay, I won't walk you to your room," his hand still grabbing my wrist, he pulls me in until there is only 2 cm separating us, "I let you ask the questions today, tomorrow I get to interrogate you." He lets go of my wrist and I walk to my room. I get there, change, clean myself, and for the first time in weeks, I have a peaceful sleep, no nightmares, no dreams, nothing but black space.   

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