I end up mostly staying in the room, despite the fact I could leave. I delude myself into thinking that it's just because I can now, so I no longer want to be rebellious... but I know it's mostly just because Zack told me to stay here earlier.
I sigh, looking up the ceiling. Note to self... learn how to disobey.
I continue looking up at the ceiling. I'm free damn it! So why can't I just disobey?! I sigh again, the sound filling the otherwise silent room.
I decide on a small sin, one that might've only resulted in a few annoyed looks from my dad.
"Sh-" the word refuses to move off my tongue. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I CURSE ALL THE FUCKING TIME IN MY HEAD BUT NOW I CAN'T EVEN CURSE ALOUD?!
I let out an annoyed groan. I heave myself off the bed, walking towards the bathroom. I want to take a nice, hot, relaxing bath... I gently pull off the soft clothes and cloak, folding them neatly. I carefully pull the blade Zack gave me from the cloak's pocket, setting it on the counter so I can get it if I need to. I let out another groan.
"GREAT. Now I'm starting to be really cautious too," I grumble, turning on the water.
Within minutes, I turn off the faucet and slip into the hot, slightly steaming water.
"Ah," I breathe out a soft sigh, the water gently heating my skin. I glue myself to the bottom of the bath. "I've decided I'm not getting out until the water is cold," I say aloud, reveling in the heat.
After what feels like only minutes, I hear the door open.
"[F/N]! You here!" I hear Zack shout.
"Yeah," I shout back, cuddling into the water. I know I should get out now... but I really, really, REALLY, REALLY, don't want to...
"Okay," I hear him grumble, and then silence. I look up at the ceiling, both nervous and stubborn.
I finally snap,
"Are you still there?" I ask, my voice a half-shout.
"Duh," I hear him grumble back, clearly furious. About what though...
Well, it could be LITERALLY anything.
I sigh, and slowly slip my chin under the hot water, up to my nose, I breathe in the steam. My eyes droop in joy at the warmth.
"ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE IN THERE?!" I jump with a loud scream when he says that, his fist (maybe?) lands on the door at the same time.
"YES!" I shout back,
"WELL HURRY THE HELL UP!" He shouts back. The mere idea of leaving the warm water makes me immediately rebel,
"I'm taking a bath!" I protest,
"I DON'T CARE!" I hear him snarl, he bangs on the door again. I take a slow deep breath, "HURRY THE HELL UP!" he repeats. I stand and grab a towel, my newfound anger overriding my fear and self-consciousness. I wrap the towel around my body and jerk the door open.
"WHAT DO YOU NEED?!" I shout in his face, glaring.
And then my eyes widen. My free hand flies up to my mouth.
"Are you okay?" tumbles unbidden out of my mouth.
He's COVERED in blood. There are even splatters in his hair. He glares at me,
"I'm fine," he growls. I stare for a moment, bile rising up my throat,
"Excuse me," I squeak, slamming the door in his face in order to press my back against the hard wood. I collapse to the ground, my hand clamped over my mouth as I force myself to not puke.
I hear him sigh on the other side of the wood.
"Look kid." he growls, "If you can't be useful, then you've gotta leave," he snaps. I grab my clothes, throwing them on. I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here.
If he finds out who I am, I HIGHLY doubt he'll have any shortcomings murdering me. I grab the knife, praying I'll be able to run fast enough.
"[F/N]," his voice is almost soft. I freeze, every muscle in my body tensing up. "I know it's hard for people like you to understand. But this is my life. If you can't deal with that, you can always leave," he... sounds kind. I turn towards the door, the sadness in his voice echoing through my mind.
I stow the knife, and grab a bottle and rag.
I open the door,
"Sit," I order, pointing to the chair. He looks at me, confused and suspicious. I don't break eye contact.
He sighs and obeys. I smile slightly. I wet the rag with the still warm bath water, and gently start on his hair.
"I'll be right here with you," I promise him softly.
Before long, the bath is a reddish tone, but I've gotten the blood off Zack. I smile in pride.
"I could've done it myself," he grumbles. My smile falters, I glance down,
"You're right. Sorry," I whisper. His hand lands lightly on my head, giving it a friendly rub,
"Thanks," he mutters, standing up. He walks out before I can say anything, but I still grin.
I drain the bathwater and put away the cleaning supplies I used before walking out into the room. Zack's already sound asleep, his scythe lying next to him on the table. A tiny idea pops into my head. I grin slightly and decide to go for it.
"[F/N]!! [F/N]!!!" a sharp voice shouts, and I slowly open my eyes, yawning. "Where the hell are you?!" I hear Zack shout again, but it's different. He almost sounds...
I shake the thought away,
"In here!" I call back, and a moment later, the door to the bathroom is wrenched open, a very haggard Zack stands there.
I scramble to a standing, attempting to lift his scythe. I fail, miserably.
"I-I saw it has some nicks," I tell him softly, still trying to lift the stupid thing. "And that it was bloody," I manage to get it half an inch off the ground, "So I cleaned it," I add.
He strides over and easily lifts it. My arms feel like jello from holding it for a few seconds... how the hell is he so strong?!
He inspects the edge.
"Huh," he mumbles,
"Is... is it okay?" I ask nervously. His oddly colored eyes bore into mine for a moment,
"Yeah," he mumbles, lifting it over his shoulder easily.
YOU ARE READING
Kingdom Come
De Todo[Y/N] is the princess of the Gardener Kingdom, but when her carriage is attacked, she finds herself with the wanted murderer, Isaac (Zack) Foster. As she masquerades as a simple peasant, she finds herself no longer fearing Zack, and realizing more a...
