Wings (Klance)

Chapter 6 - Lady Heinford? More like Lady THOT

Keith felt his pulse leave him the moment the hall doors crashed open and his eyes met the panicked blue gaze of the guard. The guard from last night.

The very one he'd managed to escape as a rebel. 

For a moment, guard and prince watched each other across the room. The former's cerulean eyes holding a certain panicked urgency. 

Quiznak! Keith cursed internally, He knows... he fucking knows it was me and now he's going to tell everyone and the whole world's going to fucking know...

With trembling hands, the prince raised his piece of toast to his mouth and took a bite, schooling his wild stare into what he hoped was only just slightly startled. Though logically, he knew he probably closer resembled a young James Potter caught in McGonagall's wind-light at 3am in the restricted section of the library. 

So he raised one eyebrow aloofly, hoping his title and status would intimidate the guard into silence, though he knew it was a far cry. 

But strangely, the guard seemed to actually... relax, somewhat when Keith acknowledged his presence. His face slackened, forming a charming grin as he raised a hand into a small wave. "Morning," he greeted, his voice slightly breathless but cheery, nonetheless. 

So perhaps the guard didn't know, after all. 

Too caught up in his own internal debate, Keith neglected to reply, turning away. 

His mind flew into a flurry, wondering; What the quiznak? Why hadn't the guard said anything? Keith decided the most probable solution was that the guard didn't know. But if the guard didn't know that it was him who he had fought last night, then why did he burst in here like that?

Holy shit. Keith hadn't allowed himself to really think about what had happened before, but now the realisation of his actions hit him like a speeding pod; he had fought against one of his own guards. 

Well, fought was a strong word. Sure, he'd drawn his knife, but all he'd really done was a few evasive manoeuvres, including that bad-ass moment where he'd pushed the guy off balance and leaped over him. The prince would be a damn liar if he said he wasn't proud of that. And yeah, their sword and dagger had clashed once or twice, but nobody was injured. Keith had made sure of that.

But anyway, his point still stood; he had fought one of his own guards. 

Liar. 

Traitor.

Two-faced. 

The words felt like ice in his mind. 

Breakfast was nearly finished by the time a soft knock against the doors stole the prince's attention from his own thoughts. 

When he glanced up, he found a servant waiting politely by the entrance with his hands tucked neatly into his apron. 

"Yes?" Keith prompted, catching the attention of all his guards from where they were sat around the table. 

"There is a meeting, Your Highness. Lady Heinford has sent for you," the servant explained simply.

Keith felt a phantom ice fill his veins. He hadn't heard about a meeting. As far as he knew, he had nothing scheduled until later that afternoon when he was to ride into the city to meet with the local nobility. 

Willing his face to remain blank and not betray his confusion, the prince rose from his seat, excusing himself. He squared his shoulders and straightened his posture as he exited the room, despite the pang of nerves stabbing at his stomach.