Memories

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"He sat by your bed everynight!" Ri paces back and forth obviously fuming "Maya I know you've been through a lot these last few days but.." I cut in "But nothing!" I growl angrily "he brought me on this godforsaken pile of wood! And because of his, so called vendetta with that, that" I splutter "theres no word to decribe him, or his men" I say with a quotation gesture with my hands.

Ri sighs angrily "he cares for you Maya the way he looks at you, its obvious that he lo.." I cut in again "don't say it!" I shout "I told him that I love him Ri, and he said nothing" I lower my head in frustration and begin to sob "I want to go home, see my dad, it's too much"
Shaking my head, tears fall harder.

Ri sighs, moving towards me and taking my hands in hers "he will take you home, if that's really what you want" she kneels in front of where I'm sitting on the bed "but he cares, I can tell you that" she stands and makes to exit the room but first stops without turning "when you were taken, he was a broken man, if only you'd seen him" then she slowly closes the door behind her, I hear it click shut and wipe my tears.

Flashback:

"One day princess, you'll meet your prince" says my mother as she wipes my tears with her thumb "you won't expect it, and it won't make sense but, when the gods want 2 people together, they make it happen" her soft voice is enough to calm anyone, her piercing green eyes look into mine as she leans in to embrace me "ignore that bully, what was his name?"
"Jack" I say, my young voice bearly making a sound "no dear" she chuckles "don't mention his name, he doesn't deserve one" we both chuckle as she pulls away "I love you baby" she says kissing me on the forehead "I love you too mother" I reply kissing her cheek.

Present:

Thats the last thing she ever said to me, later that day she was murdered by two men for her jewels, caught off guard, if she had seen them coming, theres no doubt she would have killed them.

My thoughts drift back to my current situation, my lost child, I place my hand at my abdomen rubbing, as if he's still there, I shake my head in self pity "maybe I was too harsh" I say gulping back tears, shaking my head, I turn around and hug my pillow, a familiar feeling of hunger creeps through but I suppress it as I drift back to sleep.

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