Cold Blood | E.D

35. I Hate You

Finely Stone;

"Please don't say something dumb like, 'who's there' when we get inside." Ethan says, pushing the double doors open. He grabbed my hand, walking inside of the room. I followed, fear rising in my stomach.

The room was huge, bigger than I could've ever imagined. The floor was covered in red carpet, windows covered the entire wall on the right, there was a large bed in the centre by the wall, a tall mirror, and two thrones in the room, for the King and Queen.

There wasn't anyone in the room, so where was the music coming from then?

My eyes searched the room, landing on a portrait in the far end. I let go of Ethan's hand and walked towards it. It looked like it was a painting of a King and Queen from long ago, but once I got a good look at those faces, I stopped breathing.

It was a photo of a man and woman, the man sitting up proudly in his throne, the woman next to him sitting elegantly next to him. They were both dressed in clothes definitely not from this century, But that's not what shocked me.

They looked exactly like Ethan and I.

"Ethan..." I whispered, not taking my eyes off the portrait.

"What? Don't tell me you saw a ghos—" He stopped talking once his eyes landed on the picture I was looking at. "Well that's a lot scarier than a ghost." I heard him let out a breath. "When did we take this picture, Finely? Do you remember?"

Ignoring his sarcastic tone, I rolled my eyes and asked, "Who are they?"

Ethan squinted his eyes to read the writing underneath the King and Queen. "It says King Nicolas and Queen Genevieve...but that can't be true. They're the oldest King and Queen, even before my family. I've never seen a picture of the two." Hs frowned.

"Why do they look like us?"

His eyes snapped over to me. "You think I know? I'm just as confused as you."

"You're right, you don't know. You don't know anything. Not even that Abigail has been co controlling you with her witch powers!" I blurted. What the fuck did I just say?

Ethan took a hold on my arm. "You think I don't know that? You think I'm dumb enough to have not figured that out already? I was planning to kick her out but I ended up here somehow. She's definitely up to something, I knew it as soon as I ended up in the dining hall with no recollection. Hell, I don't even remember you being in pain last night!" He said. I swallowed, looking away from him. "As for this picture, I'll have to contact the original witch to see what it's all about."

"When will she be here?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"You don't know? My whole life depends on what she has to say about the prophecy! What kind of King are you?"

"Well sorry if I can't find the time out of my already busy s—"

He stopped talking, wincing as if it hurt to talk.

I brushed it off, already on a rant. "You know what? It doesn't even matter anymore. You said yourself you don't think I'm a threat to you. You think I'm too naive and weak to cause any sort of destruction. So why don't you just let me go? I want to be free!"

It was like he wasn't even paying attention to what I was saying. He seemed distracted, staring down at the floor in confusion. His hand was over his chest as if he was actually in pain. What's wrong with him now?

His eyes met mine, as if only now registering what I had just said. "What are you talking about? You are free, aren't you? I no longer keep you locked up in that cell, don't I?"