Princess of the Wolves

Chapter Twenty-Three

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The Resistance once again was resisted and left not looking the least bit discouraged. It was like they had planned for defeat. Maybe they had. As she exited past me, the girl with the crimson-hair stated, "We are no giving up." As if to slate their fighting spirit, they walked out with their heads held high like they had received a yes. I however felt so low thinking about what I was considering. I wanted to follow them out, but I knew that wasn't an option. I looked over to Dimitri, who although I still wasn't on the best of terms with, was still my husband. I still loved him anyway. I felt like I needed to go with them, and it took all of the energy inside of me to not run to them. I knew however, if I had any hope of joining the resistance, I would have to sneak out. The new security measures were still in full effect, so it would prove to be nearly impossible. I was willing to try though.
Then meeting was adjourned and wordlessly, Genna scurried out of the throne room and back to her cave, her room. Dimitri got up next and shocked me by coming over to me. He extended his hand toward me and said seriously, "We need to talk."
"Okay?" I said like it was a question while using his hand as an anchor to get up. I walked hand in hand with him down the hall until we reached our room. He motioned to one of the two arm chairs in our room, wordlessly telling me to sit down. He looked on edge, rigid, and rough. He looked at me with all softness gone from his eyes like a judge condemning a criminal. It was uncomfortable to say the least; I tried to remember the him from only a few months ago that held me, supported me, and showed that he loved me. I clung to that memory like an umbrella in a rainstorm.
"What is wrong with you? It came out more mean than he had probably meant. I hoped.
"I'm not sure what you mean?" I told him.
"You've been distant and brooding," he said flatly.
"What?" A scoff rose from my throat. "That's you! Not me!"
"Whoa," he said, "Easy there tiger."
"Seriously?" I was uneasy. I didn't even want to around him.
"Sorry..."
"Whatever."
"See! You would've never talked to me like that!" he accused.
"Like what?"
"Fine," he said, not answering my question, "I've been really busy, and as the future queen, you have to realize how to support me. You've been failing...no offense."
"This was a test?" My eyes bugged out of my head. He ignored me on purpose. He wanted me to go through this.
"Yes," he replied, "I wanted to see if you could handle it, and it seems like you are cracking under the pressure. In time, you'll learn."
"I can't believe this," I was stewing.
"Okay," Dimitri said, "I think we should spend the day together."
We did, and it did feel great to be close to him. I had missed him, but I couldn't help but think about the resistance. I had two days to leave, leave this life I knew. I tried to justify my decision by saying that I would come back. I would do my part the come back. "Relax," he whispered in my ear, feeling my tension. I tried to relax, but I knew I had two days. I knew there would be a price to pay; I might be hunted down or worse. No doubt my fate would be just like Genna's, guarded and locked away. Dimitri would be so angry that I knew he, although never had, might actually hurt me. I would be ridiculed or worse, I might be locked up and executed for betraying the crown. I was so unsure. I had two days. Two...