ACT 4
Katarina desperately wanted to have her control over her body back again. She may have been excited when Ashe had left, but now, she wasn't as ecstatic as she was before. She was actually on the verge of panicking.
Ain't no way Katarina Du Couteau, the one and only Sinister Blade of Noxus, is going to wet her own pants. She silently wished Ashe would come back early from her hunt, because her bladder was threatening to burst. She hoped that Ashe wouldn't actually do what she said had said and take her time.
'And then what?' She asked herself.
What'll happen when Ashe comes back?
Since it's only been a few minutes, Ashe may not be back for a while. Katarina clenched her eyes shut, doing her hardest to focus her mind in the task of stopping her bladder from giving in. The small bonfire Ashe had set up was too far to offer her enough warmth. In fact, only her toes is being warmed by it.
'Four more hours to go...' She tried cheering herself up with that thought, but it only made her bladder control falter slightly.
Unfortunately, no matter how tight she clenched and kept her eyes shut, it won't change the fact that she needs to relieve her bladder sooner rather than later. Again, she wanted to squirm, but her body was still 'frozen'.
Breeze after breeze, cool rushes of air would whoosh inside the cave, which taunted her bladder to its fullest extent and caused the campfire to flicker every once and a while. It's as if the wind was mocking her, playing with her. She isn't quite happy about it though. In fact, she was beyond infuriated, especially towards Ashe. If Ashe hadn't applied the salve on her wounds, then she wouldn't be going through with this stupid situation.
'If Ashe hadn't applied the salve on your wounds, then you'd probably dead.' A voice much like hers told her within her thoughts.
"Ashe! You bitch! I fucking hate you!" She shouted out, her voice echoing throughout the moderate-size cave.
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"Is that how Noxians say their thanks?"
Katarina would have probably whipped her head to the entrance of the cave, but due to her current condition, she could only snap her gaze to the direction of the origin of the voice.
Ashe walked into the cave, dragging what looked like a carcass of an animal with one hand, the other holding her ice bow. She stared at Ashe for a moment, blinking her eyes a few times to make sure Ashe is actually there and her need for her to relieve her bladder isn't making her delusional.
"Fortunately for us, I found a lone wolf," Ashe told her as she placed the carcass a small distance away from the fire. "It'll only take a few minutes to skin it, so maybe after an hour, everything will be ready."
"As if you know how to skin it." She taunted with a scoff.
Ashe turned to her and gave her a blank look. "You do know that I'm married to the king of barbarians."
"Still doesn't mean anything."
Katarina usual smug and smartass attitude had taken over herself, and while it did, it made her briefly forget about her current need for bladder relief.
"Then, it would give me great pleasure when I prove you wrong." Ashe turned away from her and pulled out a dagger of her own, the grip's design matching her cape's.
For maybe a minute or two, Katarina watched Ashe skin the animal with skill she never thought a royal Queen would actually possess. Her focus was immediately taken away from the archer as soon as she felt the need to pee return. She pursed her lips in a line, while she looked between herself and Ashe.
"Uh, h-hey," She grunted.
"Hmm?" Ashe hummed, not even bothering to spare a glance over her shoulder.
"Listen, I... I need you to do something,"
"And what would that be?"
"I, well," She cleared her throat. "I need you to take my pants off."
Ashe halted what she was doing, her form becoming completely frozen. Katarina herself even felt like she internally became as stiff as a statue, especially when she realized what she had said and how it sounded.
"I-I mean, I need you to undress me."
'Okay, that wasn't really better than the other one.'
"Look, what I mean to say is that I need you to take off my underwear."
'Fuck, I suck at this!'
Ashe spun around in a slightly gradual pace, and once she faced her, the archer had an unreadable look in her blue eyes.
"Why, in Avarosa's name, would you want me to remove your underwear?"
"It's...! It's not that, you idiot!" She half-growled, annoyed and slightly embarrassed. "I, I just need you to take them off, alright?"
"Katarina," Ashe wiped her mildly bloodied hands to a ripped and looked relatively clean cloth. "I do not see the relevance of such task."
'Just fucking say it!'
"Damn it, Ashe! I need to take a fucking piss!"
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Ashe stared for what seemed like a long moment, her staying in its stoic and blank expression. Katarina did her best to ignore the warmth that appeared in her cheeks, while she glared at Ashe.
"Well?" She snapped, when the Freljordian made no move in, well, moving at all.
Ashe blinked... and finally snapped back to reality. "Right,"
Katarina watched as Ashe stood up and walked over to her, crouching in front of her and reaching for the button of her pants. It was VERY uncomfortable for her as Ashe unbuttoned her pants and undid her zipper, but, as long as she gets to banish this need to pee for the time being, then she guessed that it would be worth it.
As soon as the zipper was undone and the pants were loosened, Ashe grasped the waistband with one hand, while she used the other to lift Katarina a few inches up and off the ground. She was placed back down when the waistband was already halfway down her thighs. She turned her gaze away as Ashe began pulling her pants off. Once it was taken off and folded to the side, her underwear came next.
She closed her eyes and took deep and quiet breaths, especially when she felt Ashe's hands perch on her hips.
"I'm going to lift you up, alright?"
"Just do what you have to do," She grunted.
Ashe stayed still for a moment, looking as if she was contemplating what to do next, and honestly, she was. Katarina then found herself leaning onto Ashe, while she felt two cool fingers hook onto the band of her underwear. Her face heated up as she felt her underwear be pulled down. In a flash, her underwear was off and was placed on top of her pants.
Grabbing her forearm, which gave her a brief realization that her spiked arm guards aren't present, Ashe slung an arm around her own shoulders and began to carry Katarina to a secluded part of the cave they're in. When a small shade of shadow now loomed at least half of her and Ashe's forms, Ashe propped her ankles up onto a small ledge.
Now, most of her weight was being carried by the Queen herself, one limp arm wound around Ashe and the other dangling at her side.
"Go ahead,"
Her brain malfunctioned for a split-second, Ashe's words registering in her mind and being processed for a moment.
"Can't you just prop me up to the ledge and give me at least a bit of privacy?" She asked, eyes glancing between Ashe and her, ahem, lower part.
"It would be unsanitary, not only for you to sit on a more than just unclean spot, but for you to also relieve your bladder in that manner."
"I can't just take a piss like this!" She practically shouted at Ashe's face.
"With your body unable to move, this is the only way for you to urinate."
"No fucking way!"
Ashe sighed. "Katarina, please. Let us finish this, so I can dress you back to your clothes and I can start preparing our dinner for tonight."
"Tsk! Fine! Don't you dare talk shit if I get my piss on your boots." She snarkily said.
Katarina was about to pee, her eyes kept flicking to Ashe's face.
"Well?"
"Well what?" Ashe asked.
"Aren't you going to look away, dimwit?"
Again, Ashe sighed, but didn't bother in protesting. As soon as Ashe looked away, Katarina attempted to finally release her withheld bladder.
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Key word: attempted
"Are you finished?" Ashe inquired without looking.
"N-No!" Katarina snarled. "I haven't even started, you fucking idiot."
Ashe shook her head slightly at her behaviour, but uttered nothing.
Regardless of the cold temperature and surroundings, Katarina couldn't seem to do the deed. She tried to pee, but it felt like something was holding her back. It wasn't physically restraining her, but it successfully kept her from peeing.
What was holding her back?
It's the fact that Ashe is there.
Sure, she wouldn't mind if she was alone in this hidden part of the cave, but that's not really the case right now. In fact, it's quite the opposite. This is the very reason why she couldn't just urinate, despite feeling like her bladder was about to explode.
Inside her head, she tried to focus all her attention in doing her wanted task, yet it was useless. She could not do it, not with Ashe being there.
"I..." She suppressed a groan. "I can't do it."
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"Why?" Was the only word Ashe could say.
"Because!" She snarled, annoyance sparking inside of her. "I don't normally pee in front of people."
"I averted my gaze already, what more do you need?"
"I need privacy, damn you!"
For the third time, Ashe sighed and directed her own gaze back to Katarina, which made her snap at attention internally. Ashe wound left arm around her and held her up with a bit of difficulty and a small grunt, but as soon as the archer's arm was locked and secured, Katarina's eyes immediately concentrated on Ashe's right hand, which suddenly came into her sights. Her eyes slowly widened as the pale hand neared the front of her waist.
"Wait a second! What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"
"Assisting you," Ashe simply replied.
Externally, she may be as unmoving as a lifeless vegetable, but internally, she was thrashing madly. She felt the cool touch of Ashe's forefinger against the bare skin of her pelvis, and with all honesty, she wanted to squirm wildly.
"What are you...-!"
Especially when Ashe began to gently stroke and massage her pelvis in an up and down motion with her smooth fingertip.
Katarina tightly clenched her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip to the point where here teeth almost tore through the thin skin, while relief suddenly overtook her whole body. Everything was silenced for a moment as her bladder gave out. She released a breath as soon as she finally finished doing the deed.
Ashe took out some sort of handkerchief from behind herself, murmured an 'excuse me' and wiped Katarina's private part with the said cloth. Katarina would have twitched in response at the feeling of the cloth between her legs, but her disabled body prevented her from doing so. After wiping, Ashe discarded the cloth and hooked an arm under Katarina's legs. Katarina kept her gaze directed away as Ashe carried her back to the spot she was at earlier.
Truthfully, Katarina was furious. Yes, Ashe may have 'assisted' her in peeing, but what Ashe had done was just un-fucking-believable for her.
She was completely enraged with what the Queen had done.
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It felt like hours had already passed, but Katarina still couldn't move her body. She wanted to, but she couldn't, meaning, her time of being immobile is still ticking down. Her gaze was focused on her lap and had always been ever since she was put back down the ground.
In her peripherals, she could see Ashe taking the already cooked meat from the roasting spit the archer herself had made.
She's still livid with what Ashe had done, and in her thoughts, she was already plotting what to do when she finally gets the chance to move her body again. Ashe stood up from beside the fire after putting another spit with a small raw chunk of meat impaled and approached her, settling just beside her with the still-impaled meat she had taken off the fire a moment ago.
"I'd use a knife to feed you, but I think it's more dangerous if I do, so please, bear with me."
Katarina coldly stared at Ashe, who tore a little piece from the meat on the stick she held. Ashe faced her and offered piece with her left hand.
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In just a second, Katarina hatched a plan of revenge in her mind, a way to retaliate for what Ashe had done recently to her.
Mutely, she opened her mouth to eat the meat, and when she noticed that the tips of Ashe's fingers passed her lips...!
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"Ah!" Ashe yelped as soon as Katarina bit down on her index and middle finger, her thumb barely escaping the bite.
Katarina made sure she drew blood with her teeth before she let go of Ashe's fingers. Ashe snatched her fingers back in a heartbeat, blue eyes instantly focusing onto the blood that trickled out of the freshly torn skin.
"That's for forcing me to pee!" Katarina hissed, lividity gleaming in her green eyes.
Ashe looked at the small amount of blood, gazing up to her after. For a short time, Katarina's angered gaze met Ashe's, the blue hues were calm and it looked somewhat... apologetic? Ashe bowed her head slightly and pursed her lips in a line for a few seconds before letting out a sigh.
"I know what I had done was cruel, and truth be told, I am not proud of it myself."
"Really? I didn't notice." Katarina sarcastically replied, still glaring.
"I did what I did and you and I know there's nothing I can do to change it. I do admit that it was a rather rude act to do...-!
"Rude?" Katarina scoffed. "That's putting it mildly, you ass."
Katarina expected many things to happen next. She expected Ashe to start making up pathetic excuses, try to turn the tables and blame it on her, or maybe turn away and not feed her with food. But, she was somewhat caught in surprise when Ashe made no move in doing any of that. Instead, she was unintentionally proved wrong by the royal.
The expression Ashe usually possessed that unveiled no emotion vanished in a blink of an eye. The only thing that could be seen and noticed on the Queen's face was guilt, and it was practically blatantly written all over it.
"I... I rarely admit my mistakes, but..." Ashe now had a guilty frown on her face. "I know I am in the wrong on this one. I should not have forced you. Please, believe me when I say that I am truly sorry for what I had done."
"Hmph!" Katarina took her gaze away. Her anger may have somewhat and miraculously decreased, but it was still there, just not as intense and strong as it was before Ashe had apologized.
"You don't have to accept my apology, I understand that,"
'I'm not even planning on accepting it, bitch.'
"But at least accept the food I'm offering you now."
When Katarina looked back to Ashe, she met the surprisingly pleading gaze of the archer. She couldn't help but scoff.
"Why do you even care? Wouldn't you be much happier if you have the food all to yourself? That you don't need to feed me?" She then realize something. "Oh, I get it. You just don't want to get in trouble with the Institute. Don't want to ruin your reputation, Your Majesty?"
"I could care less of my reputation," Ashe somewhat shockingly replied. "You are my responsibility, Katarina, and know that I take my responsibilities seriously, care for them closely."
"Pfft! As if I'd believe that."
"Not only that, but with all the blood that you lost, you'll need all the nourishments you can receive now, especially if we will be traveling for Rakelstake tomorrow."
"What, you're still willing to risk feeding me? Even after what I had done to your perfect and fragile little fingers? Well, not so perfect now, I guess."
"I have already risked a lot of things for you, Katarina. I think risking my fingers is the most minor risk I'll be taking that involves you."
"Oh, really?" She, once again, scoffed. "Feed me when you've risked your life for me."
"I have risked my life for you."
"Fuck you."
Ashe was now cleaning her small and newly-received wounds, wrapping it with a thin piece of fabric she had ripped off from her own skirt afterwards.
"You don't believe me?"
"When did you ever risk your life for me, if I may ask you, oh so heroic Queen?"
"During the attack of those wolves," Ashe started. "I could have left you and saved myself, and if you had died, my reputation won't be affected at all. Not to come off as offensive or assuming, but the Demacians may even be grateful I had saved myself rather than assist you."
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"Now, can I give you food without worrying about the well-being of my fingers?"
Ashe held up another piece of meat near her closed lips with her uninjured hand, the other hand now holding the stick where the roasted meat is pierced.
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Katarina opened her mouth and bit the meat out of Ashe's grasp, her teeth nearly grazing Ashe's fingers.
"There," Ashe began to rip off a piece of meat for Katarina to consume next. "Was that so hard?"
"I'm not a fucking baby."
Instead of reacting negatively, a small smile appeared on Ashe's lips, but it was gone as soon as Ashe had abruptly but lightly winced. Katarina actually wondered if her imagination was the one responsible for the smile she had seen. She didn't think much to the wince the archer gave. She assumed it was probably just because of the cold atmosphere.
"Here comes the...-!"
"Say 'train' and I will fucking gut you as soon as I can move."
"...food." Ashe finished differently yet smoothly.
Katarina accepted the second piece after chewing and swallowing the last one.
"You aren't the type with a sense of humor, are you?"
"My humor is so amusing that it gets confused with sarcasm."
Surprisingly, Ashe chuckled with her not so serious answer.
'I was being sarcastic.'
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Despite it being early in the morning, the sun wasn't shining brightly above Freljord, for thick and mildly dark clouds blocked its warm rays. Katarina woke up from her sleep as soon as a rather strong breeze blew in and chilled her to the bone.
Her eyes fluttered open and first thing she saw was the tip of Ashe's cowl an inch away from her nose, which obscured a few things in front of her. The more she woke up, the more she realized what's her current state. She fell asleep after Ashe had fed her last night. Her time of being unable to move her body was done now for sure. When she slept, she was still a limp noodle.
She fully opened her eyes and realized that she was lying down on the dirt and facing the wall, cowl covering her head and cape wound around her body, making her look like some sort of human burrito. Not only that, but there was also a thick cover draped over those two things, and this one is warmer.
Taking a split-second to mentally celebrate that she can finally move her body again, she lifted her head off the ground and scanned herself.
"Good morning,"
She instantly looked over her shoulder, spotting Ashe, who seems to be in the process of putting out the small camp fire of theirs.
"What are you doing?" Katarina asked, looking at the snow Ashe is about to dump onto the already weakened fire.
"We have to move for Rakelstake now. From what I can remember, there may be a snowstorm that's headed our way."
"Right," She replied after a moment of thinking. Katarina began to squirm in her warm wrappings, wanting to get up and on her two feet.
"Let me assist you,"
Katarina didn't bother saying any protests whatsoever as Ashe approached her and pulled her up, making the thick blanket fall and the cape loosen around her form. The cowl also fell back, which then made her realize that those three things actually offered more warmth than she had thought.
Her recently treated wounds throbbed slightly, but the pain was bearable. When Ashe was sure that she was stable on her two feet, the archer bent down and retrieved the fallen cover, which turned out to be the skin of the wolf Ashe had hunted last night.
"Wear this," Ashe draped it over her shoulders, returning some of the warmth from earlier. "It'll keep you warm throughout our journey."
After stubbornly and rudely declining Ashe's offer to assist her in strapping her belts of knives and spiked arm and leg guards and Ashe had taken the Avarosan bow and quiver of frost arrows, the two of them ventured out of the cave and through the frigid forest of Freljord.
At the first few minutes of quiet walking, Katarina tried her best to ignore the biting of the coldness through the supposedly thick soles of her boots and the bone-freezing breeze that blew against them.
"How far are we from Rakelstake?" Katarina asked Ashe, who is currently a few steps ahead of her.
"My estimation of distance is that we may be at least three to five miles away."
Katarina wanted to groan. She was never a fan of walking, even now, she's still not fond of it, especially when it means trudging through the wilderness of the coldest nation in Runeterra. Both of her trembling hands clutched at the fur blanket she presently has.
Countless steps and moments later, gaze focused on the ground and a few glances ahead to make sure she's not going to walk up to a tree, Katarina decided to sate her curiosities to pass the time.
"Aren't you cold?" She asked, knowing the Queen is merely wearing a half-backless dress.
"I am," Ashe replied. "But, like I said last night, you need the warmth more than I do."
"Answer me seriously, where did you learn how to skin an animal?" She queried, glancing at the perfectly skinned wolf fur she has on. "There isn't even a single hole in this pelt."
Believe Katarina, she checked a few minutes ago, mostly due to her attempt of curing her boredom.
"Whenever Tryndamere goes out on a hunt of his own and brings back a carcass, he skins it personally."
"You just learned by watching him?"
"That, and my mother taught me when I was still a child."
"I would have expected that it was your father that taught you."
"I never met my father," Ashe stated, causing Katarina to become silent. "My mother raised me by herself."
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'What am I supposed to say? I'm sorry for your loss? Shit like that? I don't even give a flying fuck about her life. Why should I make an effort?'
Katarina cleared her throat. "How farther are we from Rakelstake?"
"I already recognize this terrain, we're close."
"Let's hurry up, then."
She picked up her pace, walking faster than before. Honestly, she could use a nice, warm bath and a comfy bed, and hopefully, there's something like that at their destination. The ground she was laying on throughout the previous night wasn't really a nice make-shift mattress. As she increased her traveling speed, she remained oblivious at how Ashe was attempting to catch up to her, only to lag behind her.
"Katarina!" Ashe called out when she was more than just a few steps away from her.
"What? Can't keep up?" She laughed out mockingly, looking over her shoulder to see Ashe holding onto a snow-coated tree branch while pressing the Avarosan bow against her stomach.
"Wait, slow down," Ashe told her, letting go of the branch and moving forward. "You might slip!"
"Oh, please, like that would happ...-!"
Her right foot stepped on a small slope-like snow pile and skidded forward, causing her to slip, her leather-clad butt making a small splash on the cold snow.
"Ow." She said, almost flatly and reflexively.
It didn't actually hurt, but the ice surely was starting to bite her ass through the her leather pants.
"Are you alright?" Ashe asked, her muffled footsteps in the snow entering her sense of hearing.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," She got back up on her two feet before Ashe could reach her and help her up.
She heard the low sound of snow being crushed from behind her and when she turned halfway to see what it was, she found Ashe, knees and left hand in the snow and right hand on top of a small boulder.
"I guess I'm not the only victim here,"
"It's an unstable terrain, what did you expect?" Ashe asked, sounding a tad bit exasperated.
"Need some help then, Your Majesty?"
"No, it's... I'm, I'm fine,"
"Then, hurry up. I'd like to reach civilization, if you don't mind."
Ashe nodded in agreement before returning in a standing position, clutching her ice bow against her stomach again.
"Onward."
Throughout their remaining journey, Katarina had a few close-calls in losing her footing, but she successfully prevented in having a repeat of her fall earlier. Ashe is a different story though. The Frost Archer had tripped and planted her knees on the snow more than just a few times, but she always said the same excuses.
Ashe always claimed that the path was rocky or uneven, or she took a wrong step, and of course, Katarina's personal favorite, Ashe said that she didn't get enough sleep last night, which 'explains' why she kept falling on her knees. Katarina didn't pay much attention to it. When Ashe tripped for the fourth time, Katarina decided not to exert any effort in looking over shoulder anymore. The assassin traveled forward, not even bothering in helping the Queen of Freljord whenever said royal dropped to ground.
Who knew Ashe was such a klutz?
Finally, after dozens of slips and falls, they finally emerged through the trees and caught the sight of the main entrance of Rakelstake. Katarina surprisingly spotted another carriage from the Institute, and to add more to the surprise, Tryndamere was there, looking like he had just gotten out of the carriage itself.
She instantly recognized the bags the guards unloaded from the carriage. It was her bags. She assumed that Tryndamere's little convoy had came across their broken carriage and had taken everything that wasn't destroyed by the wolves.
"Are you saying that Ashe isn't here yet?" She heard Tryndamere's loud and rather enraged voice, despite the distance between them.
She formed a circle around her mouth with her hands and shouted, "Hey! Over here!"
Tryndamere and the guards' gazes immediately directed towards her. It only took a second before they all ran to her.
"Where's Ashe?" Tryndamere shouted back as he approached.
"She's over..." Katarina pointed and turned to the forest, only for her to meet the shockingly weak blue-hued gaze of the archer.
"Ka..." Ashe could only breathed out before collapsing onto the snow.
Katarina blinked for a few times, her brain taking an extremely brief moment to process what she had just witnessed. She dashed towards Ashe's fallen self, seeing that the Freljordian made no motion in picking herself up from the snow for probably the umpteenth time.
"Hey!" Katarina hissed, looking a bit annoyed as she attempted to lift Ashe off the snow. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Katarina pulled the ice bow out from beneath Ashe's fallen form, only to find a part of it painted with blood. She tossed it aside and tried to lift Ashe up, but when she found herself still too weak to do so, she settled in just rolling Ashe onto her back.
What she saw next made her eyes widen.
Blood was seeping through the thin rips of the white fabric over Ashe's midriff. The more she looked at it, the more she realized that it looked like claw marks.
'The wolf...' She remembered the carcass Ashe had brought back from her hunt the previous night.
"H-Hey!" She shook Ashe's shoulders slightly. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me you were wounded?"
Ashe's eyes opened, her pained gaze meeting Katarina's eyes, which are filled with disbelief.
"Would you have actually cared?"
With just those words, Katarina lost her voice.
The way Ashe had said it... In spite of it being a question, Katarina knew that she didn't need to say anything, for Ashe already knew her answer, even before she could think about it.
Ashe broke their eye contact when her eyes clenched shut in pain, nails clawing on the snow. The rips caused by the claw marks on the fabric wasn't that big, but from the amount of blood that was seeping through the fabric, Katarina knew that the wound had became worse than it was originally.
Maybe mostly because of their recent non-stop travel. It wasn't that long, but still, travelling with an open wound isn't really considered a good thing.
Before Katarina knew it, she placed both of her hands on Ashe's stomach, applying pressure to try and minimize the bleeding as much as she can. Ashe released a few weak whimpers of pain. It's as if everything around her was muted.
Tryndamere's calls, the clinking and clanking of the armors of the approaching guards, even her own breathing. The only sound that reached her ears were Ashe's tormented whimpers.
"Ashe!" Tryndamere's voice sounded so distant. It didn't sound like he was just a meter or two away from Katarina.
Katarina's utterly undivided focus was on her hands, which were being stained by Ashe's blood little by little. Tryndamere dropped to his knees and right beside her.
She didn't know what happened. It felt like only a heartbeat's worth of time had passed, yet Ashe disappeared. The guards helped her up and off the snow, leading her to the castle, while ahead of them, Tryndamere frantically ran through the village of Rakelstake, Ashe in his arms. The villagers parted and gave him way, especially when they saw their Queen bleeding in their King's arms.
Katarina still couldn't hear anything. She can only hear Ashe's whimpers, regardless of the fact that Ashe wasn't even in her arm's reach. Throughout her little trip to the castle, she could only stare at her bloodied hands.
She didn't know why, but she merely stared...
And stared...
And stared.
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Author's Note: Are they a OOC here? Umm, I think they are? Not sure. :/
Well, if you readers think these two protagonists of ours are being OOC, please, do tell me. I won't mind. It would actually give me a bit of a heads up in the future chapters. ^^
Anyway, if you're feeling generous, leave a review about your thoughts to this chapter. ^3^