As Heather escorted out of the cell, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nervousness. I was going to be in front of Reagan once again and the last tis we had seen each other hadn’t been great. The last ti had involved a lot of fighting and the most recent one was what led to being thrown inside the dungeon and now, he had demanded to see . I was being led to him, carrying a secret I wasn’t sure I was ready to face, let alone reveal it.
Heather walked behind , walking in the sa slow pace as I was. She could tell that I was deliberately walking slowly because I wasn’t ready to face Reagan but still she didn’t question or hurry up.
"Everything is going to be okay." Heather spoke, her voice soft and reassuring.
That wasn’t enough to assure but still I nodded my head at her. Taking in a deep breath, I continued to walk straight ahead. I didn’t miss the way the absence of servants and guards. Seems Reagan didn’t really want anyone any one to find out about ! I muse as I walked the hallways till eventually we reached the wooden door of my bedroom. The flickering torch in the hallways made long shadows on the stone walls as I stayed still staring at the door, not quite ready to face what laid behind it yet.
Deciding not to delay anything further, I pushed open the door to my bedroom and then I saw him.
Reagan stood in front of the window, his back facing with his arms crossed behind him. Golden light fell across the room with the firelight, outlining the harsh line of Reagan’s shoulders. He had heard co in and yet, he hadn’t turned to look at . The door shut behind , the sound felt way too loud in the silence between us, it was almost deafening.
I stood still for a mont not saying anything, I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to say and the more I stood there staring at Reagan, the more I started to beco more nervous. So I decided to just get it over with!
Inhaling deeply, I stepped forward. "Reagan, I_"
"Your bags are packed." Reagan interrupted before I could speak freely. "You are going to be sent to your father."
"What?" I asked, unable to believe what I was hearing.
Reagan still didn’t turn to look at as he spoke, "Don’t worry, I have no intention of telling your father about your...secret." Reagan spoke as if he couldn’t bear to think about it.
My eyes scanned the room and it was then I noticed the trunks that stacked on top of each other, right next to the door too. Their lids were firmly shut, almost as if they sealed my fate along with them. My heart clenched as I turned to glance back at Reagan who still wouldn’t look at .
"You are sending back to my father." I said, not a question, but a statent, one filled with disappointnt.
"Just go stay there for a while till I figure out how to deal with this ss."
"And what’s that, Reagan?" I asked him, "You can’t even look in the eye and admit what I am. Are you really that much of a coward?" I sneered.
Reagan turned to look at fully and there was no emotion at all in his gaze as he stared at . Seeing him this way both worried and scared at the sa ti. Reagan gave no reaction at all as he stared at , not even when I called him a coward.
"The guards will be escorting you first thing tomorrow, I suggest you rest well." Reagan said then brushed past and began to head for the door.
Not knowing what else to do and in a mont of desperation, I reached out to hold his hands. "Reagan!" I called out to him.
Reagan stopped and turned his head to the side, but didn’t look at fully. "What is it?"
"Can we talk?" I breathed out, "Please?" I added, still feeling desperate.
Reagan turned to look at then. "Why?" He asked, "So you can tell more lies?"
I wasn’t going to lie, his words hurt , deeply. I think I also prefer when he wasn’t staring at because I don’t think I can stand him not looking at like... like he doesn’t recognize .
"Look Reagan, I...I know I hurt you..."
"Hurt ? No, you didn’t hurt ." Reagan stated, "Because in order for you to do that, I would have to feel sothing for you which I do not."
Fair enough! I thought to myself trying to ignore the pain Reagan’s words caused to my heart. There were much bigger thing that needed my focus right now. "You can’t send to my father."
"It’s not up for discussion." Reagan said turning his back at .
"Are you really not going to ask why I did that? How I beca the black knight?"
"No." Reagan deadpanned, "I don’t really care but one thing I can tell you_" He said as he turned to look at , "Your days as a vigilante are already over!"
Shaking my head, I stared up at him. "You are not willing to listen to anything I say are you?"
"You lied to , so why should I?" Reagan threw at as he turned to face , "You didn’t trust enough to tell the truth, so why should I listen to anything you have to say?"
"Because I am your wife." I mumbled weakly, almost as if I couldn’t get the words out. And because I am carrying your child which is sothing I should have added, a fact I should have said, but I couldn’t force the words out. It would sound like a plea, like I was trying to use the baby to keep him from letting go, and I couldn’t stand that. Also, nothing had been established yet. So, I swallowed it and did the only thing I could—beg.
"Please..." I started, "You can do whatever you want with , but do not send to my father. Punish , ignore , and throw into the dungeon if you must but please, do not to send away to my father. I...I am begging you!" I pleaded, not caring that my voice was trembling.
I saw the decision settle in Reagan’s eyes before he even opened his mouth to speak.
"Like I said, it’s not up for discussion." Reagan said, his voice stern and firm and without so much as a backward glance, he left the room and a soft click followed.
With a shaky breath, I reached for the handle but I already knew.
Reagan had locked in!
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