A/N Hey everyone! So sorry for the delayed update, but I simply had no inspiration whatsoever. But, thanks to BbBeeDeviantArtist, I've got some ideas flowing. Enjoy!
My parents are still taking the news in when the doors behind us crash open. The pub thugs rush in, holding back my fake mother. Eugene glares and puts his hand on his sword. I grasp his shoulder while my father walks forward with his hand on his sword as well. He comes face-to-face with the woman I used to call my mother. He looks her over before turning to the guards.
"Take her to the prison." The guards nod their heads and shackle the woman. She struggles hopelessly, screaming excuses.
"You don't understand-I didn't-wait, this is all a mistake-waaaaiiittt!" Eugene waves at her, a fake smile on his face.
"Bye bye now, come back never!" he calls to Gothel. He turns around and wraps his strong arms around me. I drink in his sweet scent, glad to say he's not dead. I suddenly remember that the thugs are here. I turn around and run to my friends.
"How did you guys know I was trapped?" I ask. They all point to Eugene. I turn around to see that he's giving the guys a death glare.
"How did you know I was trapped, then?" I say, folding my arms. Eugene throws on the charm.
"Hey, great minds think alike," he says with a grin.
"Seriously! What made you go after me?" Eugene takes a deep breath.
"Well…um…after you disappeared, I asked the Head Guard if he saw you run out. He said he did, and that you were headed towards the tower. So of course I had to come rescue you." I can't help but feel kinda loved at that point. But I cover it up for a minute.
"Well, thanks guys, but you'd better head back to the pub. There's a really good chance we haven't seen the last of Gothel." the thugs look doubtful, but they turn around and gallop away on their horses. I bow my head to my parents, grab Eugene's hand, and run out of the room. Once we're in my bedroom, I shut the door and turn to him. He knows exactly what I'm about to say, and he knows I' m not happy about it.
"What was that bit about being Nathan's brother? And why did he grow up royalty and you grow up a thief?" Eugene can't get out of this one. I fold my arms, waiting for an explanation.
"Who are you? Tell me the truth."