"idk.yet"

Chapter 28

She appears almost immediately. This time we aren't in any other place, we aren't taken to the dreamscape or any other place of memory. She appears standing in front of me, just like she was waiting for me. I wonder if I pulled her out of a dream or if she stayed up to make sure I got her message. Whatever it was she was here and she looked pleased.

"Seems you got my message." 

That cocky, arrogant, little-

My thoughts are interrupted by her speaking. "What?" She gives a fake pouty face, that doesn't work with the image of her I have in my head, but at the same time it holds the master level of mockery in it all the same. But then it shifts back because she can't help but smirk all the damn time. "No words, Boy Prince?"

"I am not a Boy."

I try to fight her. I try to stand up against her smugness. I try to not to give her what she wants. But it seems my father's lessons were not enough. The question slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. "What the hell?"

She gives me a once over, nonchalantly. She makes no immediate reply. Instead, she chooses to lean against the cream-colored wall of my mother's study. The brown bronze tinted color of her skin matches it though, it reminds me of a swatch of paints I did as a kid. She throws a glance over her shoulder and when I don't say anything, she makes her way to the bookshelf, her hands skimming the spines of just a small portion of the hundreds of books it holds. Again, she looks back at me as if waiting to see a different reaction before pulling a book off the shelf.

Then the realization hits me, she is trying to make me ask twice. Knowing her, she won't say anything until I do. Like a dog with its tail between its legs, I do. I go over to her and take the book out of her hands. "Why send me a message?"

She looks at the book and narrows her eyes as if she was genuinely interested in it. It isn't until I slam the book shut that she answers me. "Because I knew it would get your attention."

Her eyes seem to look at me saying, why the hell would you do that? I'm sure that wolves about to kill their prey give a friendlier look than the one she just gave me. She snatches the book out of my hands and walks directly past me and she takes the book and her blasted self over to the loveseat where she sprawls herself across.

"And why would you want to get my attention?" I ask as I sit in the seat across from her. Following her casual example and lean back on it.

Because why would she? Why does she need my attention when the gods know that she has it?

She places the book next to her and rearranges her position, so now that she is leaving forward almost out of the chair. "I want to warn you."

"Warn me?"

She nods. "I don't want to kill you, but depending on what you do I may have to."

"You don't want to kill me because I am innocent?" I ask, raising a brow. Remembering how I got stuck with the nickname. "Boy Prince, as you like to make me remember."

"Look at you," she smiles, "remembering things." She leans back in the chair now that she has announced her main point.

"Why would you want to warn me?" I ask, buying into her games, "Why not just kill me outright? We are enemies after all, are we not?"

"And whose fault is that? You were the one who issued a price on my head, a pretty hefty one too." She laughs," If I had known I was worth so much, I would have walked into the throne room and slit my throat myself ages ago."