Chapter 6:
Mistoffelees was sitting slumped at a table with his head resting on his hands. He had calmed down considerably since Victoria had left. Calmed down enough to think about what to do.
'I can't stay here.' Thought Misto miserably. 'Not if she can't stand me.'
There was a soft knock on the door. Mistoffelees jerked upright and turned around. He stood up slowly and crossed the den to open the door.
A small white queen stood in his doorway. It was Victoria.
Outside the storm raged on, and it was obvious that she had been out in it. The air outside the den was frigid, but Victoria stood perfectly still despite her soaked state.
"Misto can I talk to you?" she asked the question quietly.
Misto didn't trust his voice and simply nodded, standing aside to let her into the den.
Victoria walked over and stood near the place Misto had been sitting only moments before.
"Earlier tonight you said you loved me." Victoria began. "Is that true?"
Misto looked at her sadly.
"I do love you." He acknowledged, with a sad smile.
Victoria started.
"You still love me?" She sounded surprised.
Misto shrugged.
"The heart wants what the heart wants."
"But I ran."
"I know." Misto sounded positively miserable.
Victoria had not expected this. She thought that he would hate her for running away, not that he would still love her.
"Why did you come back?" he asked, cocking his head to one side.
"I didn't know why I ran away Misto. Plato told me that he loved me many times, and I never reacted like that." Misto scowled at the mention of Plato's name.
"But I just thought about why I ran away and … I-realised-that-I-kinda-love-you." She finished very quickly.
Misto looked at her curiously.
"You realised what? I didn't quite catch that last part." In truth, Misto had understood 'that last part', but he didn't believe that he had heard correctly. Victoria steadied herself with a deep breath.
"Because I love you."