It Only Gets Worse

Chapter Eleven

×Chapter Eleven×

                After his breathing slows, he simply says, “Whatever. Go and do whatever with whoever. I don’t care.”

                “Obviously,” I say, hurt.  But I make my way down the stairs and try to find my way back to the training room.

                Nate ends up running into me, first.

                “Where’d you come from?” I ask, bringing a smile to my face.

                “Well, we got done with training and I thought I’d try and look for you, and make sure you’re okay.”

                “Oh. Well, thanks.”

                “So, how are you holding up? Where’s Aiden?”

                “I’d prefer not to answer either of those questions,” I laugh. “But can I ask you something?”

                “Of course.”

                “Well…do I really have to marry him? I know things were alright for a short while, but…I don’t know…I guess I’m having second thoughts.”

                Nate frowns. “I know, he can be confusing to understand. He’s kind of all over the place, not that you don’t know that. But, Felicity, you really have to. He’s marked you, and he’s going to turn you one day. You’re bound to him for, well, forever.”

                “I don’t know how I’m going to do this,” I say, wiping a stray tear from my eye. “I miss home and I miss everything being normal; I miss my best friend!”

                “Libby, right? Well, she works here, I’m sure you know. Let’s go find her and you can talk to her.”

                Sniveling, I nod my head as he takes my hand and guides me back to the kitchens.

                “Is Libby here?” he asks the head maid.

                “She’s working. Cleaning the palace. Doing her thing. So, I’m sorry, but you’re just going to have to wait.”

                “I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to bring her here right now, because if the prince finds out how you are talking to us, he will be sure to—”

                “Alright. I apologize. Libby’s in here, cleaning the kitchen.”

                “Thank you. Could you please get her to come out? The bride to be would like to see her.”

                In a few moments my best friend is in front of me, wearing her usual French maid’s uniform. She smiles at me. “You look so much better than when I saw you before, Felicity! I’m so happy to see you!” she squeals.

                She runs up and crushes me in a bear hug and I just keep crying, but this time, in tears of joy.

                Letting go, she asks, “How have you been? Tell me everything; I’ve been dying to have someone to talk to.” Then, she sees Nate behind me and corrects herself. “Oh. Or I can go back to work, if that’s what…um, he wants.”

                “No, no,” I say, “He’s fine; he’s the one who’s letting me spend some time with you. Thank you so much, Nate,” I turn to him, smiling.