The Queen and Her King

The Pirates Fear

Brielle POV

It's been about two months since cotillion, aka the talk of the school for weeks. So much happened that night it is truly insane how no one is seriously hurt or dead because honestly, we all did some crazy stuff. Ever since cotillion Mal has been rather tense for reasons unrelated to before. She keeps trying to arm and ready the guards if she sees a single bit of movement in the ocean because she fears that it's Uma. She will literally stand out there with binoculars and watch the sea herself, it's a little intense.

Harry's been a little tense about that too, always reminding me to keep my guard up as he fears for the worst when I'm alone. That Uma would attempt a solid strike at revenge while I'm vulnerable or something along those lines. He watches our backs way more when we're out as well, always making sure to have me at his hip as much as possible. I do appreciate his concern, however, I can't exactly be at his hip all the time so I've been spending extra one on one time training hand to hand combat with him since I'm not the best at it anyway. It's made him feel way better knowing that I can now successfully throw him via some karate, which by the way the look on his face the first time I successfully did was priceless. A mix of happy, surprised, and definitely a little too excited.

It's also been two months since Harry was kidnapped, Ben was kidnapped, Uma tried to hook me, blah blah blah. I wish that was all fully in the past by now but... oh my sweet Harry, he's been having nightmares almost every night. I feel absolutely terrible, it's either about uncontrollably chasing me around hook in hand whilst being possessed by Uma or being kidnapped by his father and instead of me finding him he ends up dying down there. I think his nightmares around something bad happening to me are only making his paranoia worse, he's far more on edge than ever before.

No matter how much Ben and I try to lull their worries some, Mal and Harry are quite on edge about Uma being somewhere in the ocean. Don't get me wrong, I am too. But she's in our territory, we have an army and a full militia plus a dragon lady, I'd say we're pretty safe.

I wrapped up today's paperwork, stacking all my documents into their consecutive files before folding up my glasses and standing from my seat to head back to my dorm to finally go to sleep, I've been yawning at least every thirty seconds for an hour now. It is almost midnight after all so I'll have to sneak there due to curfew but it's alright.

Harry really doesn't like it when I take long nights like this because if Uma were somehow in here she could nick me or something without anyone knowing but truly, what are the chances of that happening? I crept to my door and snuck on in scot-free, ready to tear off my dress, kick my shoes off, let my hair down, wash my face, and take a nice long sleep before I do everything again tomorrow morning.

I sure hope Harry doesn't have a nightmare tonight, he always texts me when he does or sometimes even calls me just to make sure I'm okay, that's how bad it's really gotten. I'm sure he'll work out of it eventually, but I just don't know how to help with that.

I wish I could make that go away, but I can't. I'm not a wizard, but it doesn't mean I can't make things a little better or at least lull him some when he's in a panic. Lately, he's been getting more needy and dependent on sleeping with me, he says he never gets nightmares when I'm right there, it's rather sweet to be fair but I wish he wasn't so dependent on that for his sake.

I wrapped up my nightly routine and straightened out my t-shirt some, ready to hit the hay and pass out. The past two months have been tense as well for me, I've been waiting for either the denial or acceptance of my latest VK plan and so far there is nothing which is only mildly infuriating.

That aside, I don't want to think about that right now. I'm going to bed and I'm going to have a nice sleep and it's going to be wonderful.......

Knocking? At this hour? It's just past midnight. I groaned and trudged to the door and swung it open,