WAR | Timothée Chalamet

15 | A Harmless Joke

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I'm the most confused I've been in years.

For some reason my head started to clear up a few hours after Henry left the room, and I could finally stand up on my own two feet. I'd never been poisoned before, so I didn't know if this was some sort of moment before I dropped dead on the floor.

I ran a brush through my hair, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't look sick, I just looked tired. Maybe I was seeing things. Setting down the comb, I began to return to the bed, before I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I called out, flipping my hair behind my shoulder.

The door pressed open slightly, and Henry's face peeked out from the crack. He seemed amused.

"Oh," I frowned, "it's you."

"I'm your cousin in-law," he pouted, "don't act so mad."

"You poisoned me, how could I not be mad?"

He grinned, "anyways, your husband's here."

I muttered a curse under my breath, shaking my head. This was obviously some sort of trap, and Timothée just walked into it by coming here. A small part of me was happy he'd risk the unknown to come for me, but I knew the benefit of Valor was more than a simple Queen.

"Where is he?" I mumbled, pushing past Henry and walking down the hallway.

"You're going the wrong way."

"I don't care," I scoffed, spinning around and heading in the opposite direction.

I ended up following the King towards the throne room, because I didn't know a clue about the castle's cartography. Once we entered the golden room, Henry pointed towards a chair at the bottom of the steps, which had definitely not been there before.

"You can sit there if you'd like," he noted, "I don't want you standing."

"Since when did you care about my comfort? How many times do I have to remind you that you poisoned me?"

He laughed, "did I?"

"You know what, forget it."

I slumped into the chair, crossing my legs in annoyance. At this stage, I didn't really care about having perfect posture and perfect mannerisms. I saw Henry wave a hand to the guards lingering by the doorway, and they reached for the door handle.

They didn't even have a chance to touch the knob, before they were knocked over by the door swinging open with blunt force.

"Henry!" Timothée yelled, storming down the aisle, "what the HELL?"

Damn... I had never seen him this mad. His crown was hanging lopsided on his head, tangled up in his messy curls, and his cheeks were bright red with anger. Not to mention, the riding bandages were still wrapped on his right hand, a likely result from his race to arrive here on his horse.

"Oh," Henry smiled, leaning back into this throne, "hello to you, Timothée."

My husband's eyes fluttered over to where I was sitting, and he let out an exhale of relief when he saw I wasn't dead. I was relieved too.

"Are you okay?" he rambled, making his way towards me, "don't worry, I'll-"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Henry exclaimed, "back away from her."

"She's my wife," Timothée shot back.

"Who'll die if you don't do as I say."

The boy's gaze came back to me, as he mouthed the words I'm sorry, stepping back from where he stood. He looked about ready to boil over with anger, and knowing him, he probably would.

I just hoped he didn't do anything rash.

"Why would you poison her?" he spat out.

Henry shrugged, "I have demands."

"And you did this for what?"

"Enough small talk, let's talk business."

"What do you want?"

"I have the antidote," Henry teased, scratching his chin, "but I'll only give it to her if you do as I say."

"I'll do anything," Timothée said sharply without hesitation.

"Hand over your kingdom, then."

I almost choked on my spit when I heard that. I thought being on the verge of death was bad enough, but this situation just escalated farther than anyone wanted. Give up Valor? I may have respect for myself, but a kingdom and it's thousands of civilians was definitely worth more than one life. Unfortunately it's my life.

"Don't do it," I said abruptly, the words slipping out, "Timmy, you can't."

The boy didn't respond, all the color drained from his face. The only thing I wanted to do was run to him and envelope him into a hug, but I couldn't.

"I can't let you die," he mumbled, "you know I can't."

"I'm not worth your entire kingdom," I argued, "I'm not even from your kingdom!"

He looked back at the King in front of him, a desperate look on his face. I could tell this was the worst position he had ever been put in (I literally knew while writing this that one of ya'll is going to crack a dirty joke aHA!). No one said anything for a moment, before Henry burst out laughing.

Timothée and I stared in horror as the man collapsed in a giggling fit, slapping his knee with amusement. Was he sick in the mind? Why the hell was he laughing?

"Your face!" he exclaimed, pointing at my husband's confused expression.

"Okay, what's going on," I frowned, standing up, "why are you laughing?"

Henry's fit died down, and he winked at me with a grin on his face.

"Okay, so here's the thing," he explained, pointing at Timothée, "I don't want your kingdom."

"What?"

"I've been sitting in this castle for ten years, and let me tell you, it gets sooo boring. I don't actually want Valor, I just thought I'd pull a few strings to liven up this place."

I furrowed a brow, "so you poisoned me....because you were bored?"

Henry's ears perked up, and he let out a breathy chuckle. Timothée was still paralized with horror, his left eye twitching unconsciously.

"Oh, that's not poison," he stated, "I just put some sleeping power in your wine to make you pass out."

"What the hell, Henry??"

"I'm sorry! You guys never visit me, what was I supposed to do?"

"We wouldn't come visit you," I said, flabbergasted, "because we're in the middle of a war!"

"A war that's been going on for centuries," he sighed, "honestly, I'm just about tired of all this fighting."

"So are we!"

"So can we end it then? I suppose reuniting the kingdoms wouldn't be too bad."

"Are you freaking kidding me?" I huffed, crossing my arms, "that's literally what I came over here to do!"

Henry was about to respond, but Timothée finally managed to find his footing again. Readjusting his crown, he pressed his lips together plainly.

"I'll gather the council," he said, "we can work on a contract."

Henry smiled, bouncing up and down in his chair happily, "fabulous!"

"But no more pranks."

"Sure, sure, whatever, let's just get this over with."

I slumped back into my chair, my face hot with embarrassment. Sleeping powder, huh? It explained why I felt so tired, and why I didn't feel sick after this morning. I shook my head, discarding the thought and staring back at the two chatting men.

I guess Lourdes was finally reuniting again.

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I'M SO EXCITED FOR MY NEXT TIMMY BOOK IT'S GOING TO BE SO GOOD AHHHH