I stayed by Alex’s bed all day and all night for three days while he lay unconscious. They had to post pone the battle but the day Alex woke up, he’d have to fight. I had Alex’s hand clasped in mine with my head resting on the bed when I felt his hand tighten. My head shot up and I saw Alex opening his eyes.

“Oh thank god.” I whispered.
“Fuck.” He whispered, bringing his hand to his head.
“Hey Lex.” I smiled.

He looked at me confused but then his eyes lit up.

“You’re okay!” He grinned, his voice horse.
“I wasn’t in an danger.” I replied, unsure of what he was talking about.
“Danger…Danger!” He cried, shooting up.
“Whoa easy Alex, your body just spent three days deciding if it’s going to live or not.” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“You don’t understand,” He rushed, “Lance is going to try to overtake us.”
“What? Lex that makes no sense, He’s helping us fight against Cenrid.” I replied.
“That’s not what Gonthad said.” He murmured solemnly.
“What did he say? I watched you snap out there in the ring.” I asked.
“He thought he was going to win so he went ahead and told me that when Lance and Cenrid overthrow us…You’ll be his.”

I wanted to vomit.

“That’s. Not. Happening. Jay, he won’t touch you, I swear.”
“We have to tell someone.” I whispered.

Alex groaned and I knew why. He’d been the one who vouched for Lance. He was the one who convinced the King to ally with him.

“I know Lex, but we have no choice. We have t-“

Knock knock knock

Our heads shot to the door. Something told us this was not going to be a friendly visitor. Alex pulled the covers back and eased himself out of the bed.

“Lex, don’t. I’ll get it.” I protested.

“No. If it’s someone dangerous, I don’t want you opening the door.” He insisted, though if it was someone dangerous, he’d be in no shape to fight.

He grabbed his sword and held it behind the door when he opened it. Luckily the person stood before us couldn’t fight…Unluckily, it was Sir Gonthad and he looked about as worse for wear as Alex did. Alex’s grip on the sword tightened.

“Oh Alex, you’re up. I suppose now I won’t have to pass this through Jack. I’ll make this quick. I’m sure right about now you’re just itching to tell your father about my king’s disloyalty but I’m here to tell you we have a stationed an assassin. If your king makes any moves against mine…Well I’m sure you can figure out the rest. Don’t bother trying to figure out who it is, believe me, you’d never notice them.” He grinned before limping away.

Alex sighed and then slammed the door shut.

“DAMN IT!” He screamed.

God help us.

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This fight didn’t look good for Alex. Sir Alestare was countering his every attack but I noticed he wasn’t making many offensive moves and I was grateful. Alestare was a respectable man, he knew Alex was still badly hurt. So instead of winning by knocking Alex to the ground or doing something that could hurt him even more, he just knocked his sword out of his hand and pointed the tip at Alex’s throat. Alex put his hands up, signaling the end of the fight and the crowd roared and I sighed in relief.

The tournament was over.

They took off their helmets and shook hands but then what Alestare did next surprised me. He took Alex’s arm and placed it over his shoulders and he supported Alex as they walked out of the ring. The cheers grew louder at his actions and when they got me me, I took his other side and we practically carried him back to his tent.

“Thank you.” Alex said when the flap was pulled shut.
“You’re very welcome, are you okay?” He asked.
“I’m fine, thank you. Jack, will you help him with his armor?”
“Yes, sire.” I replied, opening the flap for him.

Alex and the other knight nodded to each other before we stepped out.

“Thank you, sire. My master is weaker than he’ll admit.” I murmured quietly.
“I’m not Gonthad, I wouldn’t beat a man when he’s already down.” He replied and I nodded gravely.
“Congratulations on winning!” I said once we got into his tent and I started to take his armor off.
“Thank you, Jack was it?”
“Yes Sire.” I replied.

A few minutes of light conversation later and I was finished. I bowed and left to return to Alex’s tent. He’d gotten everything off himself so I walked beside him back up to the castle since he refused to let me help him.

He lay on his bed and rested while I got a bath ready for him because now it was time for the celebratory feast which would be followed by three days of celebrating.

I didn’t know if Alex had figured out what that meant but if he hadn’t, I wasn’t to tell him that if Lance was going to make a move against us, he’d do it within the next three days.

Notes

Title cred: Angels by Mayday Parade

YEAH IT WASN'T 11 DAYS THIS TIME... it was 9 bUT WHATEVER

(thank you to those who bugged me to update)

and another thing, I'm really sorry guys but i don't think I'll be able to make it to 100 chapters but I estimate it'll be around maybe 90 chapters when it's finished? Idk, I know what I want to do, I'm just not sure how to write it.

Also another thing, I've gotten 3 more one shots written and I'm just working on editing them and kinda polishing them a bit before I put them up but I've got one already up and you can check that out here:

http://www.alltimelowfanfiction.com/Story/67229/One-shots/

and my other fic which people seem to like:

http://www.alltimelowfanfiction.com/Story/62908/Well-Let-The-Fires-Just-Bathe-Us/