The Prince's Trust

The Great Escape

Ahhhh look at StrawberryBoi 's drawing of one of my previous scenes! It's sooo amazing oh my god the feels 💔

Contains a smutty scene and mentions of non-con (paragraphs containing these Triggers are marked with **** at the beginning and at the end). The smutty scene will also be skippable ❤️

Apologies for the triggers but the medieval times were not a nice place 🥺 - I've been told, obviously I wasn't there

My routine for the next few days stayed the same. I woke up to the sound of birds humming outside and looked up eagerly to see if Ant was better. He was never better per say but at-least he wasn't dying anymore.

I took care of him, it was the only way I could feel useful. I stayed by his bed side 24/7 and kept his temperature down. I cleaned his wounds and replaced his bandages. I washed his hair when it got greasy and Simon had even given me a book that I could read to him so he wouldn't get bored. It wasn't as much fun reading without Ant and I didn't like having to skip words I couldn't understand... it was incomplete. Exactly how I felt.

Eventually, when I got sleepy enough, I'd rest my head on Ant's arm and hold his hand tightly until I drifted off to sleep.

So far there had been no significant improvement's in his condition, his burns weren't as red and the blistering had gone down but the doctor said his body was still fighting the multiple illness's contracted through a weakened immune system so there was nothing we could do but wait.

I frowned softly while soaking my cloth again to dab it gently over Ant's forehead. He was coming down with a fever again and it hurt so much to see him in pain. There was nothing i could do for him other than wet his forehead and It angered me. I wasn't an angry person so it was a new feeling for me.

I put the cloth back and sighed deeply, taking his hand in mine and watching his face while absently drawing circles over his palm.

He was asleep, but he was restless, I couldn't tell if that was part of his fever or his natural insomnia.

Maybe this was why he always avoided sleep, maybe he had bad dreams.

I smiled faintly to myself as a memory washed over me.

I had very few memory's of before I was sold to my master, but there was one I could always remember.

It was of my mother.

Then again it could have been of any women because I couldn't remember her face, it had faded with my youth, but something just told me it was. What I did remember was the warmth and weight of a blanket sliding over my small body. Then the most angelic singing voice.

I couldn't remember all the words, but those I did remember I cherished. I swallowed thickly and looked down  at Ant's tormented face.

Very gently, I placed my hand to gently run through his hair before quietly humming the melody until the song formed in my mind.

"How oft in the evening with the sun all in the west ."

Very carefully as not to disturb him and bring his demons back. I brought his larger hand up to my lips as the meaning of the words flooded me. The warm feeling of my mothers presence in my heart warmed my core.

"I walked hand in hand with the one I love best

But the hopes of youth are ended and I am far away"

I opened his palm and held his hand against my cheek to whisper, "So farewell unto you...

...bonny bonny Slieve Galleon Braes"