The King

Poison

This is back in Kara's pov btw.

"We need to get out of here," Ed breathed, panic was clear in his voice.

"The knights are having no luck with the doors," I mumbled, resting my chin on my hand.

"Why can't they get them open?" He asked, getting impatient and frustrated.

"Just calm down," I said.

"People are dying, Kara...and you tell me to calm down?!" He asked, trying to keep his voice down.

"Getting angry isn't going to change our situation, it is going to make it worse," I snapped back. He grumbled, sitting back in his chair, watching the knights attempt to break the door open.

"If I see one more person die, I will break the door open myself," he growled under his breath.

"No one will drink the wine," I sighed. "They know it's poison."

"What if they poisoned something else?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I don't know," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

We sat in silence.

"Can we talk?" I asked, finally cutting the tension.

"About?" He asked.

"You know, Jackson?" I said, I saw his eyes immediately wander over to the man standing by the door. He wasn't helping them break it down...he was just watching them.

"I told him exactly what you told me," he mumbled shortly.

"I know," I said, clearing my throat, "what- what did he say?"

"What did you want him to say?!" He asked, he sounded angry.

"Why are you getting angry with me?" I asked, sitting up to face him.

"Because, you were angry when he asked for your hand, now you seem completely devastated that I told him you don't want that!"

"You don't have to be jealous of him, you know, I don't think of him like that," I said quietly.

"What are you talking about?" He snapped.

"Are you upset that he asked for my hand?" I asked, playing with my fingers.

"Of course I am," he said, anger still laced in his voice, "he knew you and I were- and he still asked anyway."

"I know," I said, looking up at Jackson. He was smiling at me.

"Everyone fancies you," he whispered quietly, as he looked around the room, avoiding my gaze.

"But...I only fancy you," I said, my voice coming out a lot quieter than I intended. His head shot up, he looked at me with a smile.

"You do?" He asked.

"Yes," I said, biting my lip, he looked down at my hand before taking it in his own. I smiled at the gesture, entwining my fingers with his; laying my head on his shoulder. I sighed, "who do you think is behind this?"

"I don't know," he whispered, his grip tightening on my hand, "but who ever it is, is going to hang."

"I think it's my mother," I whispered.

"What makes you say that?" He asked, looking down at me, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I talked with her in the kitchens the other night," I started, "we had an argument and I kind of...told her I hated her."