The King

Daisies

"Daisies, daisies perched upon your forehead..."

"What do you think is going to happen?" Harry asked, picking the pedals off the flowers.

"I don't know," I mumbled, playing with the grass. We were sat in the courts garden while Ed and the knights were in a meeting.

"Do you think we're going to die?" He asked, his voice so quiet, I barely heard it.

"I don't know," I answered again.

"Well, Kara, you're not making my feel any better here!" He complained.

"I'm sorry, I'm just as scared as you are, Harry," I told him.

"I know, but you could at least lie to me and say everything's going to be alright," he said, sighing.

"I honesty don't know what's going to happen, H, I really don't," I said.

"Can I ask you one more thing?" He asked, biting his lip.

"Sure," I sighed.

"What do you think Ed will do to your mother?" He asked.

"Probably keep her locked up for treason," I said, looking up at the dark sky.

"That's all?" He asked. I shrugged, feeling a drop of water fall on my arm.

"We should probably go in, it's starting to rain," Harry pointed out, standing up, dusting his pants off. He extended a hand for me, I shook my head.

"I'm going to stay out for a little longer," I said.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, you go on in," I smiled.

"Alright, but don't stay out too long, you'll get sick," he said, turning to walk back up to the castle.

I picked one of the daisies, running my fingers over the petals before tearing them all off. The rain started to beat down harder, it was cold and rough. But I didn't care. I picked another one, doing the same, admiring it...then tearing it apart. I kept doing this, I lost track of time, and how many flowers I destroyed.

"Kara!" Someone was calling my name, I hadn't realised how wet I was getting, my hair was dripping and my clothes were sticking to my body. "Kara, what are you doing out here, love?"

I looked up to see Ed standing over me, already dripping wet from the rain.

"It's quiet out here," I said over the loud rain.

"Not right now it isn't," he said, taking my hand to hoist me off the wet grass.

"No, but it's better than sitting up there, drowning in my thoughts," I mumbled, looking up at the castle.

"I guess," he said, offering me a small smile.

"How did you find me out here?" I asked.

"Harry told me where you were," he said.

"Oh, so you were looking for me?" I asked, teasing him a little.

"Actually, yes. I wanted to ask you something," he said.

"What?" I asked, pushing some of my wet hair behind my ear.

"I-uh, about your mother," he started, "what exactly did she tell you about this so called...army?"

"Not much, just that Oliver was commanding it, and they are really set on seeing you dead," I told him, swallowing thickly.