He returned to his chamber early the next morning, collapsing just inside the door. It was rare that he spent a night there, unless she had more pressing matters to attend to. It had been two months since she made him her slave, but to him, it felt like an eternity. No, 'felt' did not seem like the right word. It was difficult to feel anything when he was with her. It was difficult to feel anything, anywhere. They were more like thoughts, now, rather than feelings. Ever since she had taken his heart and locked it away, he had forgotten how to feel.
But the fact still remained. He was broken, used, and cast aside; like a toy. And though he had free roam of the castle, he was as much a prisoner as those in the dungeons below. Was what he did so wrong? Funny to think that one simple act of kindness could have brought all this upon him. But, no matter how grave his circumstances, it had been worth it. He would rather live this tragic life than have to live with the guilt of murdering that girl. Her punishment was too severe compared to her crime- an act she had committed with only the best of intentions. And so, he would suffer the consequences of disobeying the Queen.
He raked his fingers through his thick hair. He should have never made a deal with her. He should have refused her offers. How stupid could he have been? To think, this could have been avoided so easily. Simply refuse her and return home. But his thoughts had not been with him. The wolves were in danger. They were all he ever had, and he only wished for their safety. Sighing, he leaned back against the cool metal frame of his door. Such a fool…. Huntsman.