“You shouldn’t have said that to her Abby,” said a young voice after the girl ran.
He turned around to see that Lily was standing there, the entire time. Tears were falling out of her eyes, but she kept her calm. She was wearing the clothes that the princess had given her, a comfortable light blue dress with flats.
“Lilith…” the boy said, not exactly happy with the nickname the girl had given her. “She’s a Royal. How could they be able to live, after all they done to us?”
Lily placed a hand on the boy shoulder, a tear dropping on her finger. She brought the glowing drop of liquid to his face. “Look, I know what they did. This tear says it all. But she… she’s not like them. She’s different.”
Abaddon knew that he couldn’t put any sense to her. “Lilith, I know that you’re trying to make friends your age, but don’t you think she’ll be a little creeped out if she saw what you could do?”
Lily rolled her eyes, not believing the words slipping out of his mouth. “Look. I’m cursed, not deadly,” she said with a smile.
“The very word seems deadly to me,” he groaned sarcastically.
“You know what? Why don’t you try opening up your mind? She was the first to open up to me. She was the first to show me any kindness. Don’t push her away.” She muttered something else under her breath, but he couldn’t quite catch what she was saying. Oh, it wouldn’t matter to him. Sometimes she said ominous things that would never happen.
He turned around. “Remember to at least be cautious around her, okay?” he reminded her. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips were pursed, curving slightly downwards. The girl scoffed, a playful smile appearing on her face.
“Stop being so serious all the time, then.”
Those were the last words they exchanged before they returned to their hiding places, where they had an uncomfortable sleep.
The next morning, Abaddon heard a small voice whispering something. He suddenly arose, and there she was, the child of the king, and the princess that helped his friend. She was… offering Lily breakfast. A sudden pang of anger overcame him. How dare she shower them pity. She was a Royal, and that was all she would ever be to him.
At least, until she began to laugh along with Lily. They were… being friendly with each other, despite their statuses. For now, he would accept her relationship with the princess, just for a little while. Besides, he still believed that she was only a Royal, and they wouldn’t think of stooping down to their level.
However, slowly, his opinion began to change of her.
As the two continued having their laughter, he began to wish that she was around a little while longer. The girl always had to leave at one point in time so she wouldn’t be too suspicious of her actions to the rest of the guard.
Besides, she still needed to talk with him. She still needed to prove to him that she wouldn’t betray them in any way.
So… he lured her back into the garden one night.
“Lily… it’s so late. I’m tired, can’t we play another time?” the princess yawned as she staggered forward into the garden. There she was, the little girl successfully falling into his trap and…
She fell.
Abaddon revealed himself out of the shadows and struggled to catch her before her face hit the floor. The girl was light, as he noticed. She struggled to keep her eyes open, as she was exhausted. After all, she was still only a little kid.
Lily knew of his plans and shook her head. He felt her presence close to him, and he knew that she was only behind her. “What do you plan, Abby?” she asked with a frown. “That’s my friend.”
“I know. I just need to interrogate her and then we’ll be fine.”
“Abby!”
The princess woke up at the sudden outburst that came from the girl. Lily yelped and his away from the scene. Abaddon furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “The stupid girl,” he said before refocusing his attention on the princess that lay in his arms.
“Where… am I?” the girl asked, in a daze. Abaddon found her little question adorable somehow, and he suddenly snapped his head towards the girl, his eyes completely focused on her. She rubbed her eyes, unsure of what happened.
“You’re in the garden,” he said softly, confused about his feelings himself. The little princess blinked at the sudden response, and he could feel her little body trembling in his arms. She’s probably frightened, Abaddon concluded, waiting for her to remove herself from his grasp. She made no movement, which confused the boy even more.
The girl only looked up at him, looking just as confused as he is. “Why am I here?” she asked quietly, not moving from her spot. She slowly brought her hands to her face and covered her mouth in such a way that Abaddon found weirdly endearing.
“Don’t worry about that. I promise that I will return you to your room,” he said finally. He helped her stand up, slowly and gently bringing her up to her feet. He noticed the difference in height between them. She seemed so tiny in comparison. Her hands, they were so soft. They were so small, so fragile. This girl, he couldn’t imagine her as one of the Royals that destroyed his village, one of the people that executed all the people he loved.
He sighed and decided to lead her back into her bedroom.
“Um…” the girl began, letting out another yawn as she was being held by the strange boy, who was leading her back to where she came from. Abaddon looked down at her body and was fond of her closeness. “Do you… hate me?” she asked rather out of the blue.
How could he answer that? It was a complicated feeling. While she was the daughter of his enemy, she had done nothing but try to help someone that she didn’t quite understand. While she could have possibly done it because Lily didn’t reveal her dark secret, she may have done it because she was kind, because she was loyal.
“Would you kill someone different from you?” he asked, regretting the words that slipped out of his mouth. He couldn’t believe what he said and tried to take it all back when—
“No, of course not.” The words may be slightly slurred, but he heard them rather clearly. This girl was clearly not one of the Royals that he thought she was. No, she was an ally, a friend!
And perhaps, he would like to keep it that way.
“Well, then, perhaps I don’t hate you,” he continued, more words that he didn’t want to come out of his mouth. However, he let them, and he didn’t feel as flustered when he said them. Rather, they felt right to say. It was a feeling that came out of his chest.
They soon arrived at her chambers, the hallway empty and dimmed. There weren’t any people, which was good for him. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Abaddon quietly opened the door, and she slowly slipped inside. “Abaddon?” she called out.
“Y-yes?” he answered.
“Goodnight.” She smiled at him, the door closing with a soft click.
As the boy returned to the garden, he began to think about the little princess. Her smile, her soft and kind voice. She was different from the rest of the Royals he heard about. She wasn’t like them at all.
Slowly, he would begin to change his opinion on the little girl. And he wasn’t sure that he would like it.
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