Unwell.

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Jamie's P.O.V.

I feel like I am drowning in a well of despair, falling deeper and deeper each day as I lay unmoving in my bed. I once said that I was surprised that I hadn't gone insane yet, but now the more I think about it the more welcoming it seems. Because right now insanity doesn't seem so bad.

King Alexander's P.O.V.

I am extremely worried about Jamie at the moment as I seems as if each day he lays there the more distant he becomes. He no longer even opens up to Nickolay and he is like a dad to Jamie so it looks like we may have to look towards a future without Jamie. Right now I think that the only person who could possibly get through to him is Lottie, but we all know that that is never going to happen. The search party that we sent out came back five days later without any trace of Lottie or her kidnappers.

Sir Olav's P.O.V.

I've had enough of this. Jamie can't keep drowning himself in his self pity or he is never going to recover from this. Something needs to be done, and quickly! 

"Jamie Volk get your but out of that bed right now or there will be consequences!!"

"What are the consequences?"

"No contact with anyone outside of this room."

"Good. Let the consequences happen they will make my life better." When he emerged Sir Olav was greeted by the hopeful looking faces of Matilde, Alexander and Ellie but he would have to disappoint them once again. I looked at them and shook my head sadly. My brain felt suddenly very heavy as if it couldn't hold anymore sadness in its depths.

"Ellie, I'm sorry but I don't think that Jamie is fit to be your parzian any longer as he is almost unresponsive to everything."Alex told his grieving daughter.

"What? No dad you can't!"she said as tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the marble floor,"Please don't do this."

"I'm sorry I have no choice. As of today Jamie Volk is no longer your parzian.""

"NO"Ellie wailed"No please dad"but they all just walked away from her leaving her crying on the cold hard floor.

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