Space Queen [1]

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Everything around me blurs as i drift in and out of consciousness.

My body groans in pain as i try to move my stiff muscles.

Chocolate brown eyes flutter open as the warmth of the morning sun comes through an open window.

I slowly peel the animal fur blanket off of me and slowly sit up, careful not to make any movements that will cause me more pain.

Looking around the old wooden room, i notice it only has simple necessities.

I double bed takes up most of the room, as it's placed in the center. A dark brown colored wardrobe is too the left of the bed and on the right, a small bed side table with a mirror on top.

'where the hell am i'

I swing my legs over the side of the bed and my bare feet touch the cold, wooden floor boards as I make my way too the door, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My brown curls are tangled and messy, I'm still wearing the same clothes I was during the battle but white bandages peak out from the hole in my clothes.

I slowly lift up my top and see bandages wrapped around my stomach with blood soaked though.

I notice my shoes at the end of the bed and rush to get them on.

As i go to open the door to leave, it swings open to reveal a tall, light haired man with piercing blue eyes.

The soft curls on his head bounce slightly as he walks into the room.

"who are you?" i question as i take a step back for every step he takes forward.

"Cassius" he answers shortly while he advances.

My back hits a wall as he gets closer.

I look around for an escape but its too late as he reaches me.

"nou moving" he says in trigedasleng as i try to squirm around.

He reaches for my top and lifts it half way up my stomach.

"at least take me on a date first" i silently joke, trying to pull my top out o his grasp.

He ignores my comment as he starts unraveling the bandage on my stomach and inspects the wound.

"yu need kom bathe" he tells me as he looks up at my blushing face.

"i don't understand what you are saying"

"bath" he walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out some clothes before handing them to me.

He leaves the room and i slowly follow him out into this open space room.

"papa, papa, look chit ai found" a little boy, who could be no older then 6, with curly dark brown hair and brown eyes comes running into the room, holding a small bird.