"Shut up!" he shouted. There was a hint of whimper in his voice. He was scared. "I need to think," he said pacing up and down the room. "I don't know what to do! What do I do?"
Careful not to take her eyes off of him for more than a second, Cedany yanked a handkerchief out of her pocket and pressed it the the cut. "You could start by wiping your feet." She suggested, glaring at the mud tracks he'd left all over her floor.
Harrison's head snapped toward the girl. "Well if that's your only problem in life --" he said sweetly and sarcastically before turning into anger, "Then you can deal with it! Some of us have more pressing matters at hand!" He eyed the knife on the ground. I could just get rid of this problem now, but that would cause more problems later and I don't want to deal with that just yet... he thought.
Cedany glared at him again, but shut up when she saw him eyeing the knife, despite the dozens of retorts that bounced around her head.
Anger flared up in her again. He'd barged into her house, tracked mud and who knows what else into her parents' house, cut her, and he broke all the eggs.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Harrison's hand zipped down the to the knife. He pointed it at the girl and grabbed her wrist. Pulling her to her feet he shoved her in front of the closed door. "You have never seen me before," he said hiding behind the door poking the girl slightly over her kidney with the point of the knife.
Cedany shot him another glare before opening the door. A couple soldiers stood on her porch, three more a few yards away in her yard. The held up a slightly smudged drawing. "Have you seen this man, Miss?"
Cedany looked at the picture and almost groaned. Treason. Great. There was a traitor, possibly even a murderer, in her house.
"Are you sure? Where's the man of the house?"
Cedany glared at him. "Your horse is in my tomatos."
The soldier scowled right back. "Answer the question."
"There is no man of the house."
He looked down at her chest. "Is that blood?"
Cedany put her hands on her hips. "I just beheaded Lucy, my hen. If you'd like to come in and help pluck her, then you are welcome to do so. If not, get your horse out of my garden."
The man narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment, then turned to leave.
Harrison pushed the door shut and shoved the girl back to the bed. "Good. Now I have time to think," he whispered. I need to get out of here, he thought, but how can I do that? I don't want to kill this girl, but I surely can't take her with me.
"What are you doing here?" Cedany demanded, glare turned up to max. "There's an abandoned farm eight miles East you could have hid in."
"Yeah," he snorted hotly, "because I can make it eight miles with a horde of people and mutts chasing me. This place was closer and it looked abandoned. I mean the walls are dark and covered in ivy, what am I supposed to think.
?" He turned toward her and looked her in the eyes. "I would go now, but you'd know where I was and you'd tell the guards. And you're aweful pretty, killing you is something I'd hate to have to do."
"And why are they chasing you, hmm?" Cedany asked, pushing him dangerously. She couldn't help it: she had to know what he was. She resented the comment about the house, but let it go.
"What did you do?"
"I was in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong background," he snapped. "Supposedly someone tried to poison the king and I just so luckily happened to be in the castle at the time. I'm not innocent, but I didn't try to kill the king!" He looked into the girl's eyes searching for something. Searching for help. "I'm only seventeen and they want to put me to death for an attempted assassination!"
"Running makes you look guilty." Cedany argued, though she didn't believe her own argument. Her father had told her the story enough times when she was little. He'd lived near the castle when the crown prince was killed, and he saw the ruthlessness his brother displayed to get justice. He hated traitors. All of the suspects were killed.
"I know," Harrison sobbed crumpling to the ground, "but what am I supposed to do? Die because I'm presumed guilty?" He held the knife in his fist. The blood had dried and crusted on the blade. As he sat on the ground he lowered his head to his knees and rested his fists on top of his head. He cried in silence letting tears drip from his eyes. He shook slightly in his seat. "I'm not innocent," he said ina somber tone, "but what I've done doesn't warrant death."
"And what have you done?" Cedany asked quietly, hoping the question wouldn't get her killed.
Harrison looked up at the girl. "None of your business what I've done," he growled. He wiped the moisture from his cheeks and stood looking out the window.
Cedany sighed. Well, she hadn't really expected it to work anyway. Peeling the kandkerchief off of her chest, she pulled the stained material of her dress away while his back was turned. It had mostly stopped bleeding, and it didn't look too bad. She'd gotten worse from working on the farm.
It was about five or six inches long, starting just above her collarbone and slanting downwards. If it scabbed nicely, it wouldn't even need a bandage.
((Bump. It's one of my brothers' birthday, so I won't be on much today.))
((Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!!! I literally haven't seen this thread in so long and I don't know how because I've been looking for it!!!))
"You okay?" Harrison asked noticing the girl examining the wound. "I'm sorry I did that to you. I thought there would be a man here, and I couldn't have him give me away." He watched as she pulled some lint out of the drying blood.