I Refuse to be a Named Character

Part 6

I followed his lead silently. He was right. I didn't have any expectations. This world was nothing but a nightmare for me, with the exception of Blade and Luke. I honestly wasn't sure how I had gotten here, and if or when I would return. "Your point?" After a long silence, I asked coldly.

"My brothers covet that in you. Want to preserve it, or at least steal it away and hoard it for their own."

I lifted an eyebrow. "And what do you want?"

"Me?" His smile grew vicious. "I want to destroy it. Break you into a thousand pieces, and watch them cry as they try to put you back together, only to break you again."

My blood ran cold. "You're insane."

"We all are crazy, darling. Each and every one of us in the Royal family. Our father wanted it that way." He shrugged as he danced. "Even your precious Lucien hides his own madness deep down so as not to scare you off. I'm just the most honest about it."

Stepping away, I ignored the fact that the dance hadn't ended, I ignored the political implications and the gossip that would be spoke about an unknown woman rudely interrupting her dance with a prince. My mind, my body, my entire being was overwhelmingly consumed by a single need.

To get away from him.

I felt it strongly. A sense of danger. A certainty of death. It hung over Fetter like a cloud, and the longer I stood next to him the more certain I was that I would not escape. I walked quickly, not noticing the mix of concerned and angry stares, until a familiar hand reached out and grabbed my own, startling me.

"Are you okay?" Luke's face was pale as he studied my own, he looked over at Fetter and I saw hatred flare up deep within his gaze.

We all are crazy.

I shook my head silently.

"We'll leave early." Pulling me along, I was surprised, barely able to keep up with his pace.

"But the test..."

"It doesn't matter." He didn't hesitate as he walked away. "None of it does."

As we moved along, I heard Luke add under his breath. "As long as you're okay."

Feeling warm, I squeezed his hand in return, following him back to his rooms.

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We sat down, in the dark and silent rooms, facing each other. The rooms were cold with the evening chill, the only light from the moonlight streaming in from the window. But it was enough light to see Luke's face.

He watched me, his expression concerned, his eyes studying every inch of my features as if to etch them into his memory. There was a hint of panic in his gaze, one hand clutched tightly at his chest as he watched me, as if he was worried that I would disappear the second he looked away.

"Should we run away?" He asked quietly, his voice serious.

"Would they let us?"

"..." He leaned his head forward, laughing bitterly. "This late in the game? They'd be more likely to have us hunt down for fear it was part of a scheme."

"Then why would you ask?"

Luke stared at me in silence for a few moments, the pain and panic becoming more clear with each passing second. "I don't want to lose you. I won't let them even have the chance."

Even your precious Lucien hides his own madness deep down so as not to scare you off.

I couldn't escape the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Remembering Graham's obsessed words, Fetter's undisguised violence... I shuddered, and reached out to hold his hand.

He was shaking. I held his hand between both of mine, feeling him slowly calm down.

I had run away tonight. I was still afraid of dying. Of being involved in the plot too much. But I wasn't going to run away again.

I took a deep breath, letting it out in a long, tired sigh. "We need to talk, Luke."

He blinked. "About what?"

"About how I got here, why I know so much, and why I refuse to have a name... it will sound crazy. You may not believe me." I swallowed uncomfortably. "But I think it's the key to surviving all this madness. Winning the crown if that's what you want. But... If...after... you want me to leave, I'll understand."

"..."

After a brief silence Luke smiled, the expression startling clear despite the fear I could still see in his eyes. "Nothing could be crazy enough for me to want that."

I didn't smile back. "Then I'll tell you about a story... called 'Deadly Crown.'"