Ruthless love

Connected

He was fast.

Incredibly fast.

What was I even thinking?

Of course I wouldn't get far with my sad escape attempt.

I was not really sure what had happened, but I had only just barely crossed the threshold of the main entrance before a pair of strong arms got a hold of me.

What??

I was pretty sure that I had not heard any footsteps or sounds of movement at all before I was caught, which was probably the reason why I was caught completely off guard.

I hated him.

God I hated him.

But even still, some little traitorous part of me did not want him to let go.

I fought against that feeling, kicking and screaming for him to let go of me, but it was no use.

I even managed to smack him in the face once or twice, which did not have the desired effect, or really any effect at all to my great disappointment.

Instead, he picked me up like I weighed nothing and threw me over his shoulder before he began walking down through the halls towards my room.

When he got to my room however, he passed the door and kept walking till he reached a stairwell going up, and to my surprise, this was a part of the castle that I had not seen before.

I had stopped resisting as it made him carrying me both difficult for him, and much more painful for me.

Instead, I decided, it would be clever of me to memorize the small corridors and the paintings that were hanging all around us on the walls, if I ever had to find my way back from there.

I recognized some of the paintings and soon came to realize that the paintings looked the same as the ones from the corridor close to my room.

I heaved a sigh of annoyance and began thinking of different ways to memorize but could not seem to think of anything useful.

Zachary suddenly stopped in front of a large wooden door and put me down, leaving me with a strong urge to run away again, which I ignored.

I was not a big runner and for the past few days I had been running a lot more than I would willingly have done in a much longer time span, and for what reason?

I wanted to be near him, but I also wanted him to stay as far away from me as possible.

It was confusing and tiresome for me to find any logic in my feelings and thoughts.

I did not notice that he had opened the door while I was lost in my own thoughts, so he gently but firmly interrupted by clearing his throat before he gestured towards the door.

"Enter"

Oh he's commanding me now?

At first I hesitated to move, but something in his eyes told me that it would be unwise for me to further test his patience at this point, so I walked through the door without any further objections.

I had feared that it was some sort of dungeon or torture chamber, but my silly assumptions were soon put to rest.

It was a marvelous sight, to say the least.

The room was not very large.

In fact, it was rather small, but the way it was decorated completely took my breath away.