A High Class Arrangement II -Sovereignty- Chapter Twelve

I am of the opinion that this is the worst chapter that I've ever written. I'm sorry this one's stupidly boring and stupidly written and stupidly short. Not to mention it doesn't even make sense becasue I'm so tired that I was nodding off as I wrote it. Forgive me.
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My forehead was pressed against the cool glass of the front seat window pane, watching the sun rise. Belle was driving along steadily. I was a bundle of raw emotion, turbulently rolling and shifting between worry, anger, desperation, extreme sadness, and hopelessness. How could Lucus have been so stupid? He knew as well as I did that if Pseaudal's forces were to take him captive, they wouldn't waste time ransoming him off. King Michael's purpose was clearly to take over Arsantia. With Lucus out of the way, the path would be virtually clear of obstacles.
I sighed loudly.
"Don't worry, we're almost there." Belle said.
"That's not what I'm worried about and you know it. And we are not almost there. Beviel's practically on the other side of the country, and even though we've been driving for hours, there's no way."
"Didn't anyone tell you?" Belle asked. "We're going to the palace in Kaston instead. It's closer. The councillors decided it before we left."
"But... Lucus things we're going to Bevile! And isn't Kaston right next to Greening? Maybe that's not the safest place."
"I'm sure someone told him we're going to Kaston. And we'll be fine there. "
"No one told me we were going to Kaston! Why would they have told him?"
"Drucilla, you worry too much."
"Of course I'm worrying! He could be dead right now and I wouldn't even know it."
"He's not dead, Drucilla. It's only been a few hours. I doubt that Pseaudal's even manage to take Castel yet."
"Time doesn't matter! A second can change everything!"
"Calm down." Belle half commanded. "Lucus is going to be fine. He can take care of himself. He's a big boy, remember?"
I felt hot tears pricking at the back of my eyes. "I hope you're right." I said.


We were at the castle before I knew it. Kaston Palace was smaller than the palace in Castel, but it was still immensely huge. I wanted to find a room as quickly as possible. Everyone did. We'd gotten a very small amount of sleep due to the mass exodus, and we were all itching for a solid eight hours.
I convinced Belle to stay in the room next to mine. Not that she needed much convincing. In the days that followed she managed to keep my spirits up, and to keep me slightly entertained. Lucus called me several times over those few days, constantly reassuring me and telling me about meetings he'd had with several Pseaudalian envoys. Lucus said that things were looking up and he might even be able to manage to get them to withdraw.
While Lucus was trusting, I was overly suspicious. Lucus had no way of knowing what these 'envoys' intentions were. For all he knew they could pull out a knife and gut him the second he turned around. I constantly urged him to be careful, and constantly urged him to come back to me, big stupid hero man that he was.
I'd taken to listening to the radio and watching the news. I found out way more from those sources than from Lucus, who was worried about upsetting me and therefore careful about what he said. For once I wished that he'd stop being such a nice guy and just come on out with the truth.
Life at Kaston was boring, quite frankly. All of my books and movies were back at the palace in Castel. There was almost nothing to do to pass the hours. Thankfully, one of the servants had had the presence of mind to nab Deimos and bring him with us. I felt really bad for forgetting about him, despite the fact that my thoughts were completely turned away from everything but Lucus. I spent a lot of time playing with Deimos, which succeeded in filling me with a slight joy and also helped to pass the time. But despite that constant joy, there was also a constant tugging on my heart. The kind of tugging that made everything around me seem dull and lifeless. A tugging that I knew wouldn't go away until Lucus came back.
I looked forward to his calls more than anything, but his calls started coming less and less frequently, until they stopped coming all together. I was distraught. The only light that the news stations shed on the subject was that Lucus was being held prisoner in his own castle by a troop of armed Pseaudalian guards. I was frantic with worry. There was no way that I could reach him, no way to know whether or not he was alive or dead.
I slipped into a sort of stupor. I didn't taste what I ate. I only managed to eat for the sake of the baby. I only spoke when someone spoke to me. In all respects, I was a walking shadow. The prospect of Lucus' death frightened me to no end. I didn't know what I would do if I lost him.
Belle tried to cheer me up, but I refused to be cheered. The only thing that would bring back the light in my life was knowing that Lucus was okay. He could have been dead, and I wouldn't have known it. A week passed that way, in the perpetual sadness.. The days blurred together to the point that I couldn't tell the difference anymore.
There were only two ribbons of hope that I could grasp onto. One was the baby. As long as the baby was there, I always had Lucus with me. The other was the promise that Lucus made to me. Something in the back of my mind constantly nagged and reminded me that Lucus had promised that he would be okay, and I'd never known Lucus to break a promise.
Eventually, I began to shake off the sadness. After all, humans are an adaptable race, no matter what conditions one must adapt to. By the second week, I was my old self again. Everyone was very careful not to mention Lucus around me, however, which suited me fine. I didn't want to be reminded that he was trapped somewhere. Alone.

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