Shards From Other Stars

7. Adventure m'lady

Wylie glanced at the Princess. Her eyes studied Aldith, she wasn't dressed for bed like she was. The navy blue leather pants paired with a crepe shirt told Wylie everything she needed to know, she was going out and as her personal guard she had to accompany her.

She had done it a few times for the past week—accompanying the Princess—and she hated it.

But she had to do it regardless, everyday, well not today though—she would stand her ground by lying to be sick from something.

It had to work.

It needed to work—there was no room for failure.

In her defence it was too early, the sun wasn't even up—which was a lie, the sun had been up for a while now—the light in her room sure made it clear it was almost lunch, but Wylie liked living in delusion.

It was the solution

Which was why, she sat up then saved her blanket from the evil clutches then her back fell back on the bed, the warm and fuzzy blanket over her head—all snug—she wasn't getting up now, her life was worth risking for a few more hours in bed.

A gasp left Wylie's lips as pain s**t through her butt from the harsh contact with the floor. Her left hand was still on the bed, gripping onto them while her right hand rested on the cold floor—the blanket tangled up with her legs on the floor.

Glancing up at the menace, Wylie cursed. "What the actual f**k Princess!" with her left hand, Wylie pushed herself on her feet in the process untangling herself from the blanket. She tossed it to the bed then began rubbing her aching butt—it hurt.

"I said, we are going out."

Aldith said with her arms crossed not fazed by her glare. She had asked nicely twice, by nice she meant simply pulling her blanket off and not pouring a bucket of water on her—in fact her third approach was a nice approach too, quite effective as well.

Look at her up and ready to get at it!

"Yeah? I don't want to."

Wylie had arms crossed as well. She had found out mimicking whatever the Princess did when they bantered—at least for Wylie—mimicking her actions pissed her off even more.

Something she loved.

"Why?"

Aldith's arms fell to her side. She knew Wylie was doing all this mimicking to annoy her, and she had told herself countless times to not let it get to her—yet, each time it did not matter how hard she tried simply ignoring it.

Like ignoring how Wylie's arms dropped to her sides the moment hers did and not acknowledging the smirk, she had grown to despise day by day.

"I caught a cough." Wylie forced a cough, which she shouldn't have done as her dry throat tingled and she was immediately coughing—for real this time. Her hand went over her mouth trying to control them somehow, her vision became blurry as tears filled her eyes.

She had long disregarded the hand over mouth once she slouched as a result of uncontrollably couching, the method to repress the cough seemed to have made it worse.

Her throat was burning.

Aldith was standing back, an amused expression on her face—thats what she got for lying.

"See." Wylie's voice came out hoarse, an effect from all coughing. The coughing has managed to subside but it left quite the memory—there were tears strained on her checks and her throat felt horrible.

She could handle the irritating throat that needed her to at least clear her throat, once or twice before she spoke. But what she couldn't handle was Aldith's judgemental gaze, and her zero attempts to help.

She just stood there and watched like a sadist when someone was almost loosing her life, to something she caused—a domino effect—one simple cough had her praying for air.

But still, a little pat on the back would have been lovely.

"Your name literally has lie in it and you literally think I'd believe you?"

What a great observation. Wylie glared at her, Aldith used it too often the past week. She was fed up and as much as changing her name seemed tempting, there was a high possibility Aldith would find a way to make fun of her name—even if the name was, Noname or TBD.

"Have some faith in."

"I'll pass on that."

She had literally seen her lie then face the consequences right after, and here she was acting like that wasn't proof enough to not believe a single word that left her lips.

"I am sick though."

Aldith hummed. An eyebrow raised she tilted her head to to side, "Of what?" She asked.

"You."

Not the response she was expecting, it kind of—kinda—caught her off guard but she waited for her to finish whatever her point was.

And she did. "Like I see you everyday, I'm fed up. Plus you're like mean, to me." Wylie groaned her hands covering her face from staring at Aldith—she was unbelievably childish.

Why was she acting like her face was monstrous and would give her nightmares—Yeah she knew her glare barely left her face or her resting b***h face, but it was surely not that horrible.

"Because you are annoying." Aldith huffed. The thoughts that began consuming her thoughts, she tossed then aside—this wasn't the time. "And it's not like I'm not fed up with you either."

Childish, maybe but she wasn't going to let the opportunity pass by. Wylie lowered her hands, just enough for her eyes to amusingly stare at Aldith, behind her hand was a wide smile.

Aldith huffed once again arms crossed and Wylie couldn't hold it, she dropped her arms as she chuckled.

That was cute, too cute—Aldith was just as childish as she was.

Wylie grabbed the hem of her shirt. "Where to?" She pulled it over her head, leaving her in the cotton pants.

Aldith's widened her eyes, her once crossed arms went to her eyes. "What's wrong with you!" Aldith hissed turning around to face the wall, the wall was better than a shirtless Wylie. "Do you just get naked in front of people!"

She was panicking and Wylie knew that—she had never seen the Princess panicked so hard that her voice withered.

"And do you just barge into people's rooms and pull them off their beds." Wylie laughed tossed the shirt to the bed. Whatever reason the Princess was panicking for, was not the reason Wylie started getting undressed—the more she stood in it, the more the stench of sweat filled her nostrils which was annoying.

Plus she did need a bath if they were going out, even if she would need one afterwards—but she didn't mind.

"No, I just do that with you!" Aldith hissed. Even as she was facing the wall, Wylie could tell she rolled her eyes.

A step towards the Princess, Wylie rested her head on Aldith's shoulder staring at the wall as well. "Then, I just do that with you too, Princess." Aldith had her hands in fists, squeezing to so hard her fingers were nearly going numb.

"You're standing too close."

Aldith breathed out as the weight of Wylie's head left her shoulder, she nearly thought she was going to pass out if she kept holding her breath—that or she'd just pass out by their proximity.

"Not really." Wylie mumbled staring at the space between them, there was a good six inches to spare. So yeah, she took a step forward then rested her head on Aldith's shoulder as her right hand rested on the right side of her shoulder.

A groan came from Aldith she tried to shake her off, she wanted to escape from this as fast as possible but as soon as Wylie's hand left her shoulder—it grabbed her wrist. Lifting her head off Aldith she spoke, "You didn't answer my question. Where to?" Sure she was off her shoulder but that didn't mean she took a step back.

"I, we, are going to do archery in the forest."

"You can do that in the training arena."

"Yes but you see Wylie, I'd like to catch a snake."

Wylie glanced down at their hands as she commented. "I already caught one." that earned a groan from the latter and enforced her attempts to free herself.

Aldith shook their hands trying to free her wrist, Wylie was getting on her nerves.

Wylie tugged at Aldith pulling her forward, it had been her way of trying to tell her to stop and she'd let go, not literally pull her enough for the girl to stumble forward.

Aldith gasped, her left hand immediately got off Wylie's chest—her face was tainted pink as pulled her hand off Wylie's boob. This wasn't her intention, she was just trying to find her foot when she thought she'd fall face first.

"s**t—meet me by the stables!" She mumbled as fast as she could as she rushed out the room, slamming the door once she stepped out—Wylie chuckled as she walked to the washroom.