"So, this is the King's Room?" Lucas asked, looking at the large door warily. Emma nodded, faking a half smile. Tancred would understand, wouldn't he? She couldn't stop dreading the moment, when she saw the hurt on his face. Lucas looked at her suddenly, his eyes racing across her face, trying to read her expression. "You...like him, didn't you? The boy who sort of...blew up..." he said, seeing the pain in her eyes.
"Does it matter?" she asked, shaking her head, as if trying to shake off her worry.
"Yes." She looked at him questioningly. "Because...he's not...good for you."
"How do you know?" She asked, a little too harshly. He sighed, and took her shoulders, turning her to see back down the hallway they had just came. Emma's heart skipped a beat. Tancred was there. In his arms was a girl. His eyes locked with Emma for a moment, then he looked away smirking. He pulled the girl in front of him, and started kissing her on the lips. Emma felt tears spring in her eyes. Throughout the kissing, Tancred kept his eyes locked on hers.
"Now do you see?" purred Lucas beside her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "he doesn't care about you, you're not good enough for him. You couldn't hold him." Emma heard these words, just as she thought them in her head. She was never good enough for him, of course he would get bored. "Idiot boy," Lucas chuckled. "If I had you, I know exactly where I'd keep you..." he wrapped his arms around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder. He lightly kissed her neck.
Emma didn't feel any of this, she was lost in her disappointment; that abyss of despair. She only was dimly aware someone was touching her, but she didn't care. It didn't matter now. A tear slid down her cheek folowed by another, until a steady stream was flowing.