I opened my eyes slowly. It had been a week since we’d gotten back and I looked to my left to see my sleeping Jack. His wounds had healed enough to the point where he didn’t need to wear bandages anymore but he still went to Mom for a tonic to put on them. It had now been three weeks since I’d heard his voice and the last thing I heard him say was him telling me he was scared. I sighed at myself and my eyes caught his scars. He had them on the inner arms, on his forearms, a few on his chest, and he had several on his back from all the whipping. I sat up some and leaned on my arm as I brought my head down to kiss his chest, right on the biggest scar. When I retreated, Jack was smiling at me with nothing but affection in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered, apologizing for everything. He rolled his eyes, as if to say “Stop apologizing.”, and I chuckled. I threw the covers off of me and stood up, grabbing my jacket to shield myself from the chilly air. “Come on, get up.” I urged making him pout. “Jack if you don’t wipe that pout off your face, I will.” I said, this caused him to pout even more so I padded over and sat on the side of the bed. I smiled as I moved his hair away from his face and cupped his jaw as I leaned in and slowly kissed him. His soft lips slotted against mine and held me there for a little longer than I’d intended. I couldn’t help it though, his lips were just so addictive. I finally forced myself to break apart and stand up, but not before kissing his forehead.

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Jack and I went about as we normally do but when it came time to train, he changed. Normally he’s relaxed around the knights, but now he was as stiff as he was when he’d first met them.
“Jack?” I asked, he jumped when I broke him out of his train of thought. He looked at me and I could see the fear in his expression. I wasn’t sure if he was just having flashbacks or if something reminded him of the past but nevertheless, I was concerned, “Are you okay?”
He nodded and his eyes shifted all about his surroundings. I wanted to take him back to the castle and shelter him but I knew I couldn’t so I just subtly gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before going back to my knights.


He was amazing. He truly was. He was so worried for me even after I’d been a terrible servant. I couldn’t even speak to tell him how great he was. It wasn’t like I wasn’t trying, I truly did try to talk. It was just like my vocal chords didn’t work. Every time I tried to speak, the words just got caught in my throat. I watched in silence as Alex fought. He truly was magnificent, he fought with such grace, such agility, such-
“Hello, Jack.” Spoke a person who’d voice made chills run up my spine. I turned my head to see Sir Balthazar smirking at me. I felt my hands start trembling so I gripped the side of my pants to steady them. “It was a shame my plans were… prevented, we’d have had a lot of fun.” He said. I bit my tongue and blinked slowly. “Don’t worry, next time we’re alone, my plans won’t be interrupted.” I shot him a fearful look which made him grin, “Oh and if you tell anyone, I’ll have Alex killed. Just thought I’d mention that.” He whispered making me gulp.
“BALTHAZAR!” Alex yelled. From the look on his face, he knew he was making me upset. “GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!”
“Later Jack.” He whispered. I watched him jog back and Alex gave me a lasting look before turning back to the knights.

Notes

Title Cred: Fake Your Death by My Chemical Romance


I am hitting a bunch of writers block rn srsly. I know how I want to end it, but I'm not ready to end it yet and I have an idea of what I could do but I also want to hear from you guys. Message me what plots you'd like to see.