Captured by Him

Chapter 4

Picture of Oliver above

The door slams shut behind me as I'm thrown into a bare room. Besides for a couple chairs, there's nothing else. White walls, and the same stone floor.

The guard who had thrown me in had left me with a pair of black joggers and a matching zip-up hoodie. He also gave me a pair of tennis shoes after he asked my size and a tank top to put under the hoodie. I suppose that I'm meant to change into them.

I look around and spot a bathroom for women. I quickly walk in and change into my given clothes.

Leaving the bathroom, I huff and plop down on a chair all the in the far corner. Placing my head in my hands, I think about my choice. I think I made the right decision. I mean, when I looked at my parents I saw tears and pride in their eyes. I know that they're proud of me, and that makes me feel good.

But the Queen, boy was she upset with me. I soon as the word, 'soldier', left my mouth, she looked like she wanted to bash my brains in. I shiver at the thought.

She probably wasn't too happy that she lost one of her slaves. Oh well, sucks to be her.

Then there was Oliver. That little backstabbing lier. Although, he did give me a warning about my job. But, that doesn't matter, because I was going to choose to be a soldier anyways.

The door bursts open and another person is thrown in. I see a flash of the boys shaggy, blonde hair.

As the door slams shut, he whips around towards the door.

"Ever heard of manners, you little bitch?" He yells at the door. I think he's in the right place. So bold as to yell at a Queen's guard.

When I chuckle, he turns towards me so fast, I'm surprised he doesn't get whiplash. I look him over, and decide that he's pretty cute. He's got big, green eyes and a button nose. Full lips and an angular jaw. He's pretty tall and lanky. But, definitely not my type.

"Well hello there." He says winking at me. He walks towards me in a friendly manner.

"Hi there." I respond chuckling.

"Names Jackson." He says smiling and holding out his hand. "But, please, call me Ace. I hate the name Jackson."

Shaking his hand I ask, "Who gave you the nickname?"

"Myself." He grins, still holding his outfit that the guard gave him.

"You can't do that..." I tell him with a serious face. I hope he can tell if I'm joking. If so, he will definitely be my friend.

"Um, yes I can!" He sits down beside me still grinning. He's going on with my joke; thank the Lord, someone gets me!

"Okay, fine." I grin. "Why did you choose the nickname?"

His face gets serious. I wish he'd smile again, it makes me feel happy, too.

"I hated my old life, so I want to make a new one." He smiles sadly at me. "I think a new name is a good start"

"So is making new friends." I say kindly. I'm surprised talking is so easy around him. People usually can never get a word out of me. "My names Artemis."

"Well, it is very nice to meet you, Artemis." He says, his easiness returning.

We talk for what feels like hours, not noticing the other people who are thrown into the room in the same manner as we were.

When it seems like everyone is here, Oliver walks in. I tense up when I see him.

"You alright?" Ace asks me, concern lacing his voice. He already made me make him my best friend. That was an interesting conversation...