Princess, It's Me

Mate

Mate.

“No, it’s not.”

Mate.

“Xavier, no.”

MATE.

“Xavier, the connection is too weak for it to be our mate. According to our senses, she would literally be downstairs, maybe inside the castle if she was crazy enough to enter. There is no way our mate could be here with such a weak connection. We’re being desperate.”

Doesn’t hurt to check.

“Ugh, fine. Let’s go.”

I got up from the couch and headed out of my room. With no clue where I was going, I followed my senses and let the weak connection guide me to where our “mate” would be. We went down to the first level and down a dark hallway before stopping in front of a closet.

Here.

“Well no s**t Xavier, but this is a closet.”

Check.

Reluctantly, I opened the closet door where a wave of emotions caught me off guard. There was a mix of happiness, sadness, anger, frustration, anxiety, and regret. I held onto the door for support while the emotions battled for dominance. I fell to the ground. I was on my hands and knees when I caught the smell: lavender. A sweat scent of lavender. I needed to find out where this scent was coming from. I looked around the room and found nothing.

Nothing. How could such a delicious scent fill the air and there is nothing to take blame?

Mate. She was here.

“How do we find her?”

The scent is strong here. She must frequent here.

“You think it’s a maid or something?”

No. We would have caught her scent sooner. Her scent would be around the castle and not just this room

“What do you want to do?”

Come back later tonight. She should be here.

“As you say.”

As I made my way back to my room, I couldn’t help but think of how many nights we have been feeling this connection and have been brushing it off. Ignoring it. I could have met my mate so many nights ago. Why didn’t I investigate sooner?

I couldn’t help but think as to who it might be. It had to be someone who worked in the castle. No one in the right mind would ever think of coming inside the castle and endangering themselves. If found out the intruder would suffer months of imprisonment before being sentenced to death. There was a case about 12 years ago where a young man was dared to enter the castle. He spent 4 hours in the castle when they discovered him, and he was sentenced to the punishment described beforehand.

I started to worry that my mate was sneaking into the castle and endangering herself. I thought about how she would suffer being behind bars. How disgusting it would be. How little food she would have. She would have to spend months in a prison before she could be released. Released from life itself.

Stop. Your emotions are out of control and you will suffer if you don’t check yourself. I feel the same pain you do. I think the same thoughts. If she is endangered, then we must help her in any way we can. We cannot have her suffer. If she does get caught, then we are only to see that she is imprisoned. We will rescue her before she is sentenced to death. For if they sentence her, then they sentence us.

I placed a hand on my face when I felt the tears on the tears rolling down my cheek. He was right. I can’t let my emotions get in the way. I can’t be weak. I must be strong. I wiped the tears off my face and made my way into my room.