Anya

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Dimitri yelled inconherently aloud as he turned to the cave wall and punched it, despite the blood that started dripping from his knuckles he did not stop punching the wall as he let out all of the pent up anger that had been building up over the course of the week out.

The jagged edges of the cave were crumbling under the extreme force of his assault but Dimitri was too enveloped in his anger to see or care what he was doing.

Sinking to his knees his punches gradually grew to feeble before stopping altogether and he just leant with his forearms and forehead pressed against the wall as he tried to gather his jumbled thoughts and let his breath slow down.

How did he let her get into his mind? What did he say to upset her so much? The Royal family were evil, his whole life all he had been told was how evil the family was, so why did she storm off?

Still in the cave entrance, he faced outside down the path to see that she had disappeared. He sighed and clambered with a little sway to his feet and with a wince checked the damage he had done to his knuckles. The blood was still gushing out of open wounds, dripping down his hands and showing no signs of giving up soon.

With another glance down the path she followed he picked the cloak up and ripped the fabric off the bottom, shortening the cloak by about three inches and tore the smaller part again and bandaged his knuckles up tightly.

He was glad that he did not tell her why he really wanted to go to the palace but he was also aware of the fact that if she had reacted a little less volatile he would have told her the real reason and that was the one main thing his father had told him to not do.

His father was always in the back of his mind, although he loved his father he was aware of everything he had pushed onto Dimitri that started from a young age and now he was free somewhat from Anceps he was starting to form his own thoughts and realise how they differed from his father's.

For one thing, he was glad he had formed a friendship with Anya, taking away today's actions and his mood from yesterday, he was having a laugh with her and she was a great person with a huge heart and she was gorgeous. And if his father found out about this friendship he would frown down upon it because as he saw it, Dimitri was on a mission and he was not to divert away from the target like he had been doing.

He knew he had to get to the palace but he did not have a single clue on how to actually get there. He could see the giant place on top of the hill but even he could see that there was at least fifteen miles and a whole bunch of paths that would only confuse him and get him more lost than he was now.

He needed Anya. He needed to apologise for letting his anger get the best of him, he needed to try and get her to at least point him in the right direction of the palace and he wanted her company, just staying in this place alone was daunting for him.

Throwing the cape on he started on down the path that Anya had gone on, he knew she was meeting the friend he met and detested last week today and he could vaguely remember where abouts it was so he could start there and try and get answers out of her.

The walk to Darya's house was uneventful, he saw nobody and he heard nothing. Even the wind had started to die down and even though he had not been this side of the wall long, the ease in which he managed to find his way towards the town that Anya had shown him his first day in Daighte was unsettling.

The opening of the trees and the small buildings started to appear in his vision, Dimitri slowed his pace to an almost shuffle as he approached the closest building to him. Placing his back against the wall, he peered around the corner to see men dressed like the man who stopped them last time, all in black huddled together and laughing.