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Chapter 3
The view of Skyhold was the most breathtaking sight I had seen in a long time. The game didn't do it justice. I felt a pull at my chest and knew that if I had to be stranded in a video game world somewhere, this would be the place. Skyhold was like another home to me now at this point. I hope it will be as amazing as I was imagining.
My legs were burning from the constant days of walking and the cold. I pulled my cloak around me tighter, glad for the large hood. I kept my hands under the cloak, not wanting to get frostbite. Another half hour and we would be there. I felt the anxiety in my chest and stomach and I took a deep breath of the cold air. As we got down the mountain, the snow began to disappear and soon, grass and some trees were in early summer colors.
. As soon as we got to the bridge, all talking ceased and Branwen faced her companions. "Form around her so she doesn't try to run." She held out her hand and Solas handed her some rope. "Sorry, it's precaution." I rolled my eyes and held out my hands. She wrapped the rope around my wrists and tied the knot tight. I noticed more of her white blonde hair was falling from her braided up do. Her forehead and chin tattoo was even more intricate then I thought up close. Her scar on her left eye was faded more than in game, but it brought attention to her pale blue eyes. She gave me a quick glance, her face telling me she didn't know what I was capable of. Dorian stood to my right, Serra the left, Solas the rear, and the Inquisitor took the lead, guiding the prisoner into her kingdom.
The bridge to Skyhold was long, and I felt I was walking to my execution. My anxiety was at an all-time high now and I couldn't shake the feeling something bad might happen. I was putting all my hope in Josephine's reasoning skills to help them see I wasn't lying. Or pity in general. If they must believe I'm a crazy lady in order to not die, I will play that part.
I thought of Dad and what he would do in this situation. Suddenly, I missed him so much I felt tears in my eyes. I shook the thoughts away not wanting to let them show. He would be strong, keep his chin up, and be the warrior he taught his kids to be. Take on anything with life with a warrior attitude. If that fails, don't worry. Things always work out for Kings. "When you start to feel like you are in the worst trouble say, 'I'm Kassy King and I am a force to be reckoned with!' No one likes to deal with forces they don't understand. It gets messy for them." Hearing his voice in my head made me straighten my shoulders and walk down the bridge as if I was a leader of an army. Captain King they could call me.
I thought about who I would see when we enter Skyhold. I thought about Cole and Varric. I was curious to see how Iron Bull would look in real life. He was probably one of the people I would hope to get close too. I always included him in my party and he was a favorite with Dorian. As the Inquisitor was announced back with the sounding of horns, people cleared a path. I kept my face clear of emotions and my posture strong. Captain King. Captain King. Fucking Captain King. I didn't make eye contact with anyone but I made sure to stay alert for anyone I might know.
As we passed the tavern on the way to the castle stairs, I saw Iron Bull, leaning against the entry, curiosity on his face. He was definitely more badass in person. He caught my eye and I kept a commander face, letting my eyes stare into his without blinking. Solas nudged me from behind and I broke the stare, paying attention to my walking.
"Inquisitor," a recruit greeted Branwen, following her gesture for him to approach her.
"Inform my advisors and Cassandra I need a meeting. Right away." Her voice held a tone of authority and I felt proud of my Inquisitor. Then I remembered she might have me killed. Mixed feelings happening here.
"War room Inquisitor?" He kept pace with her as we made our way up the stairs.
Branwen stopped and turned to look at me. "Just in case, we will do Cullen's office."
"Yes Inquisitor." He ran off, his jog fast and determined.
"Excellent decision against the war room Inquisitor," Solas complimented. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. I forgot I had begun romancing Solas. "This way she can't see the map or any plans."
"Plus, the Commander hates surprises so it's a good day for us all around," Sera almost sang. Cullen. Why didn't I think about seeing him? Of course I would. I felt embarrassed already. Talking to him in game was almost nerve wrecking, how could I talk to him in person? I only did okay before because I was a sexy warrior human with only one option for romance talk. Fuck this. Not only was I going to meet him, I was going to meet him looking like me. A size 12, and former size 24. I couldn't be compared to these ridiculously athletic bodied people. I was surrounded by attractive beings. No I could do this. Commander Cullen, meet Captain King.
I took a deep breath, keeping the nerves low as I took confidence in my swirling cloak. If you think you are badass, you will come across as that. I felt my cloak hood slide a little further down and I knew my face was half hidden in the shadow it provided. I put a little swag into my walk like I do when walking at the Ren Faire, making myself appear the part of Captain even if I wasn't truly one. However, what they don't know won't hurt them. They can't prove otherwise. Unless they knew a way back home. If so, then I would gladly welcome them finding out the truth. Nanny Kassy. So technically, I'm the Captain of children. All two of them. Fear my army.
We made our way into the great hall, people whispering as we approached. I felt all stares on me and I almost enjoyed being the center of talk. What a change. Only important people are cause of talk. Go Captain King…or would it be Captain King? If it's Commander Cullen, would it then be Captain Kassy? Why isn't he Commander Rutherford? If at the ball, they say Inquisitor Lavellan, why is he Commander Cullen? Why am I so concerned about this now as I walk to what I assume is my hearing?
Branwen opened the door from where Solas' study meets the rampart toward Cullen's office. This was it. In a few short minutes, I would be face to face with the real life Cullen. I didn't know if I wanted to squeal with excitement or puke from anxiety. Captain Kassy…King….whatever. Captain. Branwen stopped in front of Cullen's door and addressed the others. "Thank you. Go relax from the journey. I'll send for you if you are needed."
"Inqui!" Sera whined. "I wanted to see his face!"
"Come on Sera," Dorian grabbed the elf's arm. "Let's get a drink at the tavern and devise a prank that could beat this."
"Fine," Sera sighed. The two of them left and Solas kept his eyes on the Inquisitor.
"Be safe," he said gently. She nodded and he gave her a smile before giving me a quick glance and turned toward his study.
Branwen opened Cullen's door without knocking, grabbing the end of the rope that hung from my wrists. Didn't notice that before. She pulled me into the office, the rope rubbing my skin and made the knot even tighter. Damn that hurt.
"Inquisitor?" Cullen's voice made my stomach flip. I glanced up, seeing surprise and concern on his face.
"It's a long story, but I called a meeting. They are meeting us here." Branwen led me to the middle of the room and she stepped out of the way. "Solas thought she might be a spy."
"A spy?" Cullen's whiskey eyes noted me and then I saw commander mode kick in and he took in every detail. I told myself to stay the Captain. Be the Captain. Oh Maker he is staring at me. He stood, his frame straighter and stronger than I remembered from the game. "From where?"
"We aren't sure. She fell from a rift." Branwen dropped the rope and leaned back against his desk, arms crossed, studying me.
"A rift?" He said in disbelief. He walked toward me and I felt butterflies in my stomach. His walk was purposeful and slow. He was studying me and I stood at attention, chin up still. I won't have them thinking me weak at all.
"Did you search her?" Cullen asked, his eyes searching for weapons.
"She had a couple daggers that Solas took from her. We didn't check anything else." She laid my daggers on the table, peace ties still on them.
Cullen was about five feet away and I hoped I didn't smell terrible. "Her pouches?"
"Didn't realize she had some," Branwen told him as she glanced my way.
"Two of them," he informed her. He walked up to me, removing the pouches that hung from my belt. I tried to remember what I had in them. I didn't empty them from last Ren Faire and couldn't remember what small purchases I stored in them. Curse me and my shopping addiction. At least this should be amusing.
As Cullen was removing the pouches, his eyes flickered down to my face. I kept my eyes on his as I did with Bull. His eyebrows furrowed for a second before focusing on the pouches again. I then remembered my face was half in shadow and probably looked more evil then badass. I almost blushed with how close his hands were to me. I wanted to reach out and touch the fur on his armor. It looked like bear in real life. In game, I could never tell if it was feathers or bear fur.
He walked back to the desk, not paying me any more attention. I wondered how long it must take to get all his armor on every day. Why wear armor everyday here? What was the point? The Inquisitor doesn't. In fact, no one does. Except maybe Cassandra, but I feel those are just everyday clothes. And Bull, but he is well…Bull.
He opened the first pouch, my brown silk one with green paisley pattern on it, the first one I ever bought at the fair. "Most of this is foreign. Even the jewelry is odd." I almost leaned around him to see what jewelry he was talking about. I forgot to get jewelry from my bags? How unlike me. Cullen turned to me with a cold stare. I felt scared right then. Shit. Commander Cullen is here. I will probably die.
"I have questions you will answer. Either willingly or by force." His voice rang through the room, though he barely raised his voice. Shit. "Who sent you?"
I almost laughed. This was going to be easy, just don't be a smartass. "The rift." I gave myself a mental high five for keeping my voice smooth, like a scene from a movie when the bad guy demands answers from the hero. Good job Captain King.
"That isn't a person." His tone was annoyed. Shit, wrong answer Kassy. Fix it. Fix it before he uses force. Wait…maybe we want force. I'm so confused.
"It's the only answer I have," I made my reply almost Morrigan like, waiting to either regret that decision or pat myself on the back. He straightened and crossed his arms. Wrong answer! Wrong answer!
"We should wait for the others," Branwen said firmly. I thanked her mentally and gave an inner sigh. If I was going to die, I hoped for a fast death.
"Inquisitor?" Cassandra asked as she strutted in, Leliana and Josephine right behind her. "You called?"
"She came falling out of a rift," Branwen informed them gesturing to me. "Solas thinks she might be a spy."
Josephine shut the door and locked it, standing in front of it with her board and notes. "How curious," she commented. I noticed her hair was naturally curly, like a Disney Princess type of curl. Of course, she would be gorgeous in reality. Leliana observed me quietly from the corner of the room, assessing me. Like everyone else I met. I was glad I was wearing these clothes and not my usual ones. I couldn't imagine walking so far in my skinny jeans and converses. I would have died. It's remarkable these boots haven't fallen apart. I bet she checked out my shoes. Actually, I know she has.
"A rift?" Cassandra questioned. "Do you think Corypheus sent her?"
Of course, that would be Cassandra's connection. Well, I'm fucked. All I wanted to do was dress up in my Ren Faire clothes and pretend to close some rifts while maybe making out with pretend Cullen. Was that too much to ask? Now here I was, living the dream of every Dragon Age gamer, and all I wanted was to be in my bed, sending the gang to fetch a golden halla for the Dalish so I can get another recruit.
"I didn't even think of that," Branwen grumbled. "It makes sense though. Falling from a rift, claiming to be from a different world."
Cassandra's attention was on me now. "A different world? He can get access to other worlds now? Maker what can't he do?" Her eyes ran over me a couple times. "What were you hoping from me Inquisitor?"
Branwen stood by Cassandra her expression different now. Before she thought me only a spy, that sang a song in the snow. Now I could see she believed Cassandra's theory. "I thought at first for you to give me theories. I was right in thinking you would have one." She took a step forward toward me. "Corypheus sent an excellent spy if she works for him. Dorian and I were starting to warm up to her on our way here. I thought her story may have been plausible. Why wouldn't you have killed me though if you worked for him? And your song? How could someone he sent from a different world seem so different yet knowledgeable of our world?"
"If she was his spy, she would try to get into the Inquisition to collect information for Corypheus. She would appear normal or else the mission would be a waste," Leliana answered from the corner. Her face much prettier in person. She looked more broken as well. I felt my heart reach out to my favorite character. "At least, that is what I would have done if I sent someone. He chose a good one as well. I would never assume her a spy by looking at her."
"She's yours to question Cassandra," Branwen informed over her shoulder. I was glad for the hood I was wearing, making it easier to keep my composure.
"Commander, your chair please," Cassandra ordered. She slowly strutted over to me, determination in each stride. It was meant to intimidate me. I've seen it in game. Cullen brought his chair behind me and Cassandra was right in front of me, her face hard and demanding. She pushed back my hood, then quickly shoved me into Cullen's chair. I felt the pain from body overuse and rift falling jolt through my body and I hissed in pain.
Cullen stood to the left of my chair, his arms crossed and attention fixed on Cassandra and me. Captain King. You are Captain King. Don't cry. You are Captain King. Role play. What would your D&D character do. Seduce or sing her way out of this. Yeah, you're screwed. Cassandra got close now, only a foot away.
"Who sent you?" She demanded, her voice threatening.
"A rift," I almost sighed. This answer seemed better than "no one". Cullen sighed in frustration and I prepared for the slap that would probably come.
"And who sent you through the rift?" Her voice went louder.
"No one." I kept my voice steady, focusing on my inner campaign characters. When in this situation, a steady voice, truths, and a strong composure keeps you tough. Don't break Captain.
"What world did he send you from?" She leaned on the arms of the chair, her face rather close to mine. I wished for a toothbrush right now.
"The rift was on Earth. Michigan to be more specific. That's like the equivalent to The Hinterlands. Or would the United States be considered more like the Hinterlands?" I shook my head, figuring out how to compare such a big world like Earth to Thedas would be difficult.
"How do you know about the Hinterlands?" Her tone dangerous. Busted.
"Your commander has a map on his desk. I noticed it when I walked in," I lied easily. Cassandra glanced back at the desk and I sighed with relief internally when I saw a map was indeed on his desk. Huzzah Captain.
"What information did he expect you to find?" She was leaning in front of me again with a new fire in her eyes. She was determined to tear me apart.
"How to get back to my world," I crossed my left leg on to my right, accidently bumping Cassandra's leg with my foot.
"So he's entering to worlds from rifts and he's thinking the anchor will help him achieve this?" Her mind must really hurt right now. This would be really cool if it was true. Her theory does have me wondering how a rift ended up on Earth. Or how it existed at all seeing how this was a FUCKING VIDEO GAME!
Silence was probably best at this question. I felt anything I said to this could only make the situation worse. Her eyes gleamed in excitement as if my silence was a declaration of my working with Corypheus. She stepped back from the chair, her arms folded against her chest. "Might as well tell us. None of us take kindly to those who are loyal to Corypheus."
"I'm flattered that you find me that big of a threat," I said sarcastically. Damn it. Wrong thing. Reload. Reload! Why did I have to be such a smart ass?
"Dorian's theory is that the fall made her delusional. As if she forgot her real life and her mind created this instead. What do you think of that?" Branwen looked at every face in the room.
"I think it's more plausible that Corypheus sent her," Leliana disagreed. Cassandra nodded her agreement.
"That would be an excellent theory if her clothing was from Thedas. I don't believe I've seen anyone dressed in such fashion around here." Josephine shook her head. "I agree with Leliana. She must be working for someone." I looked her outfit up and down. Seriously. My outfit didn't belong? So much for having Josephine come to my rescue.
"Her items are too strange to be from here," Cullen argued. "However, I don't think she was sent by Corypheus." I had to force my mouth to not fall open in shock. Cullen was the last person I thought to claim my innocence.
"So what do we do?" Branwen asked the group. She looked exhausted and I could tell it's been a while since she had a good night sleep. "Keep her locked up?"
Awesome. Skyhold jailcells. Just what I wanted. Enjoy your bed Inquisitor.
"This is ridiculous," I blurted out, surprising everyone in the room, including myself. "Honestly. Look at me. Do I look like I could take any of you out? I obviously don't know the area so I would probably freeze to death if I tried to run away. Plus, if you take a look at my daggers, I am pretty sure they would break fast." I took a deep breath and turned to each face. "I'm not your enemy, however, I know I could be an asset to the Inquisition if you let me help. Don't ask me how, but I know a lot of information that would be very useful for you."
Branwen looked around, gathering everyone's reactions. "What kind of information?"
"I may not be from here but I know how this whole interrogation thing works." I leaned back in Cullen's chair, crossing my legs again. "You'll want this information. Trust me. The catch though, is that you can't ask me how I know it. You wouldn't believe me anyhow."
"Or I could just have you killed." Leliana's voice was meant to be threatening but I saw through it.
"Make it a quick death please. I hate drawn out processes. My family probably thinks I'm dead anyhow. Falling through a rift and all." I kept her gaze, not blinking. This was going to be my thing I realized. Staring people down.
"Fine," Branwen agreed. She turned to Josephine and Leliana. "Where do we put her?"
"There an empty room down the rampart out that door," Cullen nodded toward the door behind him. "We can station some guards outside of it at night. She'll be closely monitored during the day by my recruits."
"Sounds like a fair plan," Branwen agreed. "Josephine, if you can have a war meting set up in the morning, I would appreciate it."
"Of course, Inquisitor," Josephine replied with a slight bow of the head.
"I'll inform the recruits and have some sent to the room," Cassandra offered to Cullen. He nodded in agreement and Cassandra headed out.
"I'll send messages to some contacts, asking if they had any situations like this as well," Leliana told Branwen. "You should head to bed. You need a bath and sleep before our meeting in the morning."
Branwen gave a resigned nod and looked at Cullen. "Where should I send her while we wait for guards to be posted?"
"I have some questions about her items I would like to ask. I have her handled."
"Thank you Commander," Branwen said before giving me one last look and leaving to go to her quarters. She closed the door behind her and suddenly I was alone with Cullen. I felt my heart beating fast. His whiskey eyes were on me again and I forced myself to breathe regularly.
"I think I owe you a thank you Commander," I offered, returning the gaze. The scar on his lip twitched and I took that as "you are most welcome my future wife". Or it could be he was annoyed with my thanks.
"Let's talk about what was in your pouches shall we?" He was so smooth in Commander mode. No stumbling at all. It made me sad to not have him stumble for words with me.
"Let's," I agreed. I stood up and made my way to his desk. "Is there any way we can get rid of this?" I held up my bound wrists. "I swear I won't attack you. Not that I could. I mean…" I took a deep breath. Smooth Kass. "As much as I enjoyed this experience, I would enjoy the use of my hands more." After a minute of silence, I remembered to add the magic word. "Please."
"I will when we get you to your room," he informed me, no hint of a smile on his face. "As for your items. He grabbed my brown and green bag again. "Care to explain what this is?" He pulled out a small vial of black pixie dust on a leather cord I bought at the Ren Faire last August.
"Pixie Dust," I answered truthfully.
"Pixies?" He gave me a "do you think I'm stupid look". "Pixies don't exist."
"Well where I am from, elves and dragons don't exist," I countered. "Be careful with that though. It's dangerous if you get it on your skin. The smallest pinch could last a few days." Ren Faire pixie dust stays on your skin for days after going home, even after showering, so it wasn't a complete lie.
"Uh huh," he muttered. He grabbed some dollar bills and held them in front of me. "And this?"
"That is money. It's like gold to us. If you're not careful you could get a paper cut." I almost laughed out loud at how he rolled his eyes.
"Is any of the jewelry enchanted?"
"I wish," I muttered. "I mean no. Unless you would like them to be. Then they could be."
He opened the black pouch now, pulling out the keys to my Ford Escape. My Harry Potter keychain with dark curses hung from it, along with an Anna figurine keychain. I noticed my smiley face apartment key and panicked that he might have the keys destroyed.
"Careful! I only have one key to Puff!" I exclaimed. I never made another copy to my Puff the Magic Dragon colored Explorer. Would probably be super expensive to remake.
"Puff?" He leaned against his desk.
"It's my car." I tried to think of how to explain a car to him. "The key to where I keep my horse, which is a car. In my world that is a very sought after horse."
"Uh huh," he said not believing me. "And these buttons?"
"They create sounds to help my dogs hear me from far away," I replied smoothly. Nice.
He dropped the keys back into the pouch after looking at Anna and the curse keychain. "For some reason, I don't believe you fully." His honey eyes met my blue ones and I gave a large grin. The grin I reserve for my dad when I try to get away with something.
"Commander," I whispered in shock. "Are you telling me you don't trust me?" I thought over his words. "What part don't you fully believe?"
"Any of it," he replied, unamused with me. Well, I tried.
"Alright," I sighed sitting down on top of his desk. "Those really are keys," I began. "However, I'm not sure you would believe me if I told you what they went to. You might actually buy the horse story."
He sat on the edge of his desk as well, crossing his ankles, his arms crossed. His interest seemed to win and he studied my face. "Try me."
"Where I come from, we have a lot of advanced objects called technology. This ranges from weapons to transportation." I took a moment to think of what I should tell him about and decided to just stick with the car. "Anyhow, one of those advanced transportation devices is called a car. It's heavy big and has a bunch of different parts that I honestly couldn't explain to you besides steering wheel and tires." I grabbed the keys awkwardly from the pouch and grabbed the one to Puff. "You put this in the ignition, which is basically like a switch, turn it and the car starts up. You just have to keep putting gas into it and then it is set to go. You guys have gas here right? Gasoline? Petrolium I think it's called?" I could tell he was trying to process everything I was telling him. "Doesn't matter, anyhow, it goes really fast and gets you to places in no time. These buttons lock and unlock the car without physically having to use the key." He stared at me like I was crazy and I sighed. "I could draw you a picture if you wanted. Can't guaranteed the quality of it, but you would get the concept."
He ran a hand through his hair and gave a heavy sigh. "You're right. The horse story was easier to believe."
"Told you," I said frustrated. "You are going to send me to where the crazy people go here, aren't you?"
"Not yet," he chuckled. "What about the other ones on that strap?"
"They are just keys to my apartment and parent's house," I replied. "I assume you know what an apartment is? They look different from your type of keys because in my world we decided to upgrade from big brass keys to ones that are light."
"And that?" He asked pointing to the Anna keychain.
"Ah, Anna," I said, almost embarrassed. "She's a character from a movie. Which is like a bunch of pictures that come to life." He stared at me as if I told him his face was growing a thick mustache. "She sings," I added lamely, thinking that was the only explanation needed to clarify to someone what a fucking movie was. "And the strap holds the keys."
"What does it say?" He asked, grabbing the keys from my hands.
"A bunch of spells from a book series called Harry Potter." I saw a bit of concern on his face and realized the Templar was kicking in. "They aren't real. The book series is made up. Someone could try to do them and all they would do was make themselves look silly."
"Silly?" Cullen asked with a twitch of his scar. "Your way of talking is very…interesting."
"It has been brought to my attention many times in the past week," I mumbled. "So that is what the keys go to."
"I have one more question." His eyes flickered up to mine again. "Who is Puff?"
"My car. I named it after a dragon made up for little kids that is a light green. My car happened to match his color exactly. Thus, Puff, the Ford Escape Dragon." I held my hands to my head and stared at the floor. "I just made it worse didn't I?"
"I umm…I honestly don't know how to reply to that explanation." Cullen looked down at the keys and then threw them on top of my pouches. "I'll have Dagna look at them."
I groaned silently, knowing I would never see my keys again. I was grateful I left my phone in Puff. Hold on. Did I? I patted myself down, and glanced at the desk. No, it was safe in Puff. Thank God. Or Maker. Andraste? Thank every god. "You don't believe anything I just told you, do you?"
Cullen glanced over at me and he seemed to really look at me. "I think that you create some entertaining stories."
I rolled my eyes. "A no would have sufficed Commander."
We stood in silence, awkwardness making it hard for me to formulate any plan on getting back home. I felt extreme home sickness right now and it grew at the realization I might not be able to go home again. Anger filled me. This wasn't how being in the game was supposed to be. I was supposed to one of the party members who fall in line easily. I was the one that was supposed to be the leader and get the man. I was supposed to be the Inquisitor. And in my fantasy version, my family would be here.
I needed to be alone now. Before tears of self pity, anger, and frustration started pouring. "Any more questions or am I able to go to my room?" He seemed startled and he glanced at me, shaking his thoughts away.
"No," he turned to his desk to study my belongings. "Unless you are willing to tell the truth."
"I'm out of stories for today," I replied, my words heated. Who would have ever thought I would get angry with Cullen.
"I'll show you to your room then," frustration and disappointment dripping in his tone. I glanced at the pile of jewelry, and Dad's dragon claw holding a blue orb necklace caught my attention. Cullen began to walk to the door and I quickly snatched the dragon necklace, dropping it into my bra. The walk was short and I didn't realize how close it was to Cullen's office.
I tried to remember the room in game. The only bed closest to his was Coles. This room only had debris and a headboard. Cullen opened the door and I saw a cot in the corner. Of course. They can fit a fucking bed up in Cullen's loft but here, have a cot.
"Here you are," Cullen held the door open. "The guards used it for rotations so lucky for you, you have something to sleep on."
"Fantastic," I mumbled, sliding past him to enter the room, still covered with debris.
"I'll have soldiers posted outside both doors," he informed me. "Try not to cause any trouble. It isn't an ideal situation for you but it is better than the cells."
"Whatever you say Commander," I replied monotoned, looking around the room and avoiding his face. I was only wanting to be by myself before the tears actually fell. I walked over to the cot and I thought of my memory foam at home. I missed my gaming blanket and soft pillow.
I sat down, the silence letting me know he left. The sun shone through the holes of the ceiling and I looked down at my hands, still tied together at the wrist. My luck was great. My eyes were getting sore from not wearing glasses and lack of sleep. I took them off to cosplay, leaving them in the car for driving. I didn't think I would end up in another dimension.
I glanced over for a sharp piece of wood, anything to saw through this rope. I saw a broken two by four near the bed and I made my way to it, taking the board between my knees so I had easy access to the sharp edge. I began moving my hands in a sawing motion and tried to cut the rope free. The rope didn't even break a little and I swore as a sliver lodged into my palm.
"Maker's breath, it's painful to watch." Cullen's voice made me jump and I felt my heart try to slow down.
"Of course, you were there the whole time," I groaned. I knew my face was very red. I wanted to hide or shove him out of the room. Anything to make him not here and witness to another Kassy's great idea moments.
"You honestly thought a piece of wood could cut through that rope?" The way he stared at me made me feel as if I told him the sky was green. I wasn't an idiot but today I felt it.
"I read it in a book once," I mumbled. I held out my hands and Cullen grabbed his sword, carefully taking the tip and quickly releasing me of the rope. I rubbed my wrists, not realizing how tight she had it. "Thanks." I turned from him, putting my hood up and went to lay on the bed, hoping he'd get the hint and leave.
I heard the door shut and I checked to make sure Cullen truly left. As soon as I saw the empty room, the tears fell. Right now, I would let myself have self-pity. Right now, I would let myself miss home so much, my chest hurt. Right now, I would let myself be angry at the situation. When these tears stopped though, I had to be Captain King again and figure out what to do.
When I woke up from a well needed sleep, I would create what I thought the Inquisitor should be. I'd be a leader and make sure to learn some self-defense. I would be what my dad taught me to be. Strong and proud. I would remember whose daughter I am.
Maker's breath this sliver fucking hurt!