Lone Prince

The Faerie interuption

Adelias P.O.V

We walked for what seemed like hours as I stared at each tree we passed. Charles tried talking to me every so often and finally gave up. He knew how I felt right now and knew there was only one way to fix it.

"How long ago was the funeral? How long ago did I die?" I asked. I knew they had checked my pulse to make sure I wasn't in a coma. I did die.

"Does it matter now? Does it really matter? You were given a gift, why not cherish the beauty." He thought I would be scared to hear the length I was gone.

"Tell me, I can still cherish even if I know." I said looking at him for the first time since leaving the meadow.

"5 days." He said looking at the sky, free of clouds. "I'm so tempted to just stay here. Sit under trees bask in the beauty of these lands, not go back to the rest of them. Just stay here with you."

"I cant. William is out there, he will make that place hell and this place. He hurt me, I need revenge. I need him gone." I said looking at my hands. They had been wiped clean of blood.

"Revenge makes it hurt more." He muttered.

"I have to find that out myself." I said walking away as Charles stood there. He fell to his knees.

"Think Adelia, before you act. I can't lose you again. I will protect you with all I have. I will do the best I can. I need you alive, no matter how my ending looks, I don't want you to suffer. What will it take?" He whispered with his head in his hands.

I turned away, "Please don't do this to me." I whispered back. Knowing fully well he won't give up. I saw a flash of gold run between trees. It came at us quickly.

"What are you to doing? If I'm interrupting a horribly love sick scene I'm leaving!" Jaime said coming to a stop. He was dressed in a plain v-neck shirt with a pair of pants. All faeries I saw had armor and dresses. Fancy and beautiful.

"Where did you find those clothes?" I asked. He had no access to them in his home.

"Nephil before you ticked off the queen, he was my size." He said smiling as if wearing a dreads mans clothes were a norm.

"Oh..." I said.

"He isn't dead! He had been put to slavery. He wears faerie clothes, gosh. That would be weird!" He exclaimed. "Now come on. I'm a trader who can't go back I best be getting something out of this, not just casually dying while you have another scene with that boy." He said. Charles looked up to see Jaime pointing at him. Jaime simply grabbed my hand and pulled me along through the forest. I saw a leaf covered handle sticking out from his belt. It was a sword. It was beautiful.

He saw me looking at it so he grabbed it and showed me. The blade was atleast four feet long. It was like a mirror. It's handle was silver with a leaf carved into it. It had a leaf wrapped around it.

"Keeps me close to nature, by the way she's quite a bitch." He murmured in my ear.

"Your sword is a bitchy she?" I said staring at him with a questioning look.

"No nature! I've met her a few times. She is a young pretty thing I dated awhile back. She gave me this sword. She is a bitch, as I said, because when she fights it doesn't matter who you are, prepare to die." He laughed.

"How old are you?" I asked him rudely, I was bewildered at his last remark.

"Quite young actually, I'm 121." He smiled.

"What?" I exclaimed stopping in my tracks.

"Your such a mundane! Faeries don't die of old age love. When we get back to the mansion your getting a history lesson and books on demons, I'll teach you to properly fight. All the fun stuff you have yet to be taught." He kept walking.

I caught up to him. Charles walked behind us a few feet, somewhat agitated his overly dramatic scene had been interrupted.

"You can't stay in the mansion." Charles said to Jaime.

"I know. I'm grabbing a few things and taking Adelia somewhere safer. William is watching that place like a hawk. He knows she's alive." Charles didn't argue with this, he simply said I'm coming with you guys.

"Alright. If your going to mope and be sad your not allowed to come with us though." Jaime said with a laugh. Charles seemed more agitated. We walked as Jaime talked to us more about Nature, the lady I was liking less and less by the minute.