Chapter 52: Locked in
As Heather escorted me out of the cell, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nervousness. I was going to be in front of Reagan once again and the last times we had seen each other hadn’t been great. The last time had involved a lot of fighting and the most recent one was what led to me being thrown inside the dungeon and now, he had demanded to see me. I was being led to him, carrying a secret I wasn’t sure I was ready to face, let alone reveal it.
Heather walked behind me, walking in the same slow pace as I was. She could tell that I was deliberately walking slowly because I wasn’t ready to face Reagan but still she didn’t question me or hurry me up.
"Everything is going to be okay." Heather spoke, her voice soft and reassuring.
That wasn’t enough to assure me but still I nodded my head at her. Taking in a deep breath, I continued to walk straight ahead. I didn’t miss the way the absence of servants and guards. Seems Reagan didn’t really want anyone any one to find out about me! I muse as I walked the hallways till eventually we reached the wooden door of my bedroom. The flickering torch in the hallways made long shadows on the stone walls as I stayed still staring at the door, not quite ready to face what laid behind it yet.
Deciding not to delay anything further, I pushed open the door to my bedroom and then I saw him.
Reagan stood in front of the window, his back facing me with his arms crossed behind him. Golden light fell across the room with the firelight, outlining the harsh line of Reagan’s shoulders. He had heard me come in and yet, he hadn’t turned to look at me. The door shut behind me, the sound felt way too loud in the silence between us, it was almost deafening.
I stood still for a moment not saying anything, I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to say and the more I stood there staring at Reagan, the more I started to become more nervous. So I decided to just get it over with!
Inhaling deeply, I stepped forward. "Reagan, I_"
"Your bags are packed." Reagan interrupted me before I could speak freely. "You are going to be sent to your father."