"𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."
━━ 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘 • In which Telmarines and Narnians finally live amongst each other in peace. Except for...
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• C H A P T E R • T W O • A THIEF AND A KING WALK INTO A DINING ROOM
LORA KNEW WHAT is was like to wake up to a banging headache. Nights spent drinking with Hunter's men were often the cause of that, difficult mornings and an aching body were the consequences. The constant throbbing against her skull reminded her of bad decisions. It was not like the thief made a habit out of those, but she had experienced them enough to know what a headache felt like.
Only this time it was different. This time, Lora couldn't exactly place the pain when she woke up.
A groan escaped her lips as she placed her hands on the solid and cold stone ground and pushed herself up in a sitting position. With the movement the throbbing in her head worsened and she had to take a moment to let the pain ebb away.
It was when it had finally ceased and Lora was convinced it was nothing a little bit of rest and water couldn't fix, she began to realize she did not remember ending up on a very cold, stone floor. She looked around, her head moving around too fast so that another pang of stinging pain shot through her skull and her vision was shortly taken from her by dark spots.
She closed her eyes, pressing the palms of her hands against them to relieve herself from the dizziness. Maybe it would take more than just water to fix her.
With her vision restoring, a low scoff of frustration came from her lips. Lora hated headaches, they refrained her from thinking clearly. She knew somehow that she had hit the back of her head, the sharp stabs every time she moved her neck being the dead giveaway, she just couldn't focus enough to know when and how. She looked around again, this time slowly as to not move her neck too much.
Somehow, she wasn't surprised when she found that she was sitting on the ground of a small room, three stone walls surrounding her, one door made up of metal bars: a prison cell. Lora was not unfamiliar with being locked up and no stranger to getting caught sometimes, but this situation had her cringing as flashes of the night before came rushing back to her. The attempted break in, the King and the humiliating loss to a carpet.
Another groan left her lips, this time of embarrassment and self loathing. She was happy none of Hunter's men had been present to see her fail like that, she would have never lived that down or regained their respect.
"You're awake."
Great. So there had been someone to watch her fail horribly, and that same person was now watching her be a mess while leaning against the wall. He looked so nonchalant, standing there with his arms crossed, an amused smile on his lips, that it angered her. She turned her head away from him, not in the mood to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
"Does your head hurt?"
Not one to give up then, sighed Lora mentally. She let her hands drop from her head to her lap, but remained silent. She just wanted the man to go away so she could wallow in her own embarrassment and find a way to escape.
