I wok e up around midday, telling by the sun.
Note to self: Get watch or clock.
Anyway. I got dressed and went to go down to the kitchen for some food.
But surprise, surprise.
My door was locked.
Normally Mistalya would come and unlock my door for breakfast but apparently I'm under house arrest.
I can't text Dylan to come get me, I can't climb out the window, I can't pick the lock as it's a deadbolt and chances are no ones going to hear me yelling from up here.
I tried anyway, banging on the door and shouting but no one came.
I assume someone (Ash) told them not to help me.
Prick.
What the hell am I supposed to do now? Durion isn't coming back for 3 days.
Durion. 3 days. Ash.
Ash freaking spelled me!
What the hell. I mean come on.
As I was thinking, someone had come in. I was staring out of my, no longer barred, window.
It was Dylan.
He had come to stand behind me, he put his hand on my shoulder, which made me jump because I had been so deep in thought.
"Hey Emba.."
I wasn't in the mood for a pissing match with him so I decided to tolerate him for now..
"Hi Dylan."
"You alright?"
"Considering I'm being locked up I'm doing fine."
He sat down in the chair and I turned back to the window.
After a while, I went over to my bed and lay down on my stomach.
"So.. Mate?" I asked awkwardly.
"Iscilia. She's beautiful, glamorous, smart, funny, rebellious, fun..."
I listened patiently as he described his mate to me.. I was happy for him..
"So what does she look like?"
"She's got bright blue eyes, long blonde hair, pale skin, long legs, curves in all the right places. She's kinda medium height, sporty, great physique."
"She sounds perfect for you!"
"She is.."
At that last comment, his expression became wistful and concentrated.
I said his name a few times, but it was obvious his mind was elsewhere.
"DYLAN!"
I threw my pillow at him. That brought him back.
"Sorry.." He said sheepishly..
"Mate bond." He pointed to his head.
I nodded in recognition.
"Emba?"
"Yeah Dyl?"
... Where's this heading...
"Ash told me.."
"About?"
"Everything."
Bastard.
"And?"
"And.. He's going to let you go meet Durion.."
I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders at that.
"But he's going to spy on you and then try to kill or capture Durion.."
And the weights are back..
"Thank you for telling me."
Thankfully Dylan caught the hint of dismission behind my words and left me to my thoughts.
I fell asleep while thinking on Dylan's words.
I didn't dream.
I woke up at dawn the next day. Today was my planning day. I had to get to Durion, warn him and then get away.
Preferably with him.
I had been here for 3 months. I have 3 months left. Then I plan on leaving this hell hole, and everyone in it.
If I stay anywhere near these people. I'll end up a princess or some crap.
And I do not plan on becoming a princess. Of an entire WORLD!
I have no plans of becoming any kind of royalty.
Ever.
I spent the rest of the day refusing to leave my room. Dylan brought me some food at one point but I wasn't hungry.
I went to sleep early, hoping to get up before dawn so I can go meet Durion.