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You woke up with a throbbing headache ringing throughout your nervous system. You winced whilst massaging your temples trying to reduce the pain. You slowly opened your eyes, although your eyelids felt heavy, also affected by your headache.
You don't remember what happened yesterday, but somehow, you managed to get on your bed and slept soundly, which is good.
The more your mind woke up, the more you felt pain. At first, it was your head, but now, your entire body feels sore. You tried to move a muscle, but it hurt, even more than your headache. You tried harder to recall what exactly happened that made you unable to wake up peacefully.
You gazed at your sheets as you were sleeping on your side. You tried moving your left hand, to ensure that at least a part of your body is still functioning. Thankfully, it was still moving properly, you let out a sigh of relief.
You waited out a bit more, waiting for the headache to dissipate, even a little bit would help you wake up and think, think about what happened before. Still, you can't find yourself knowing about the day before.
You decide to collect the urge to sit up straight, which proves to be hard work with the resounding pain throughout your body. You gave in and ended up just shuffling on your bed, turning from facing the edge of your bed to facing the middle.
But you didn't expect to find another person sleeping beside you.
You stared at the hump of the blanket covering the sleeping person.
You wondered if you celebrated too hard last night and accidentally brought someone to bed with you, considering you couldn't able to remember what happened, but celebrated what exactly?
You noticed the dark brownish hair colour, peeking through the top of the blanket. You pray that you didn't do the deed to some poor stranger, as it would be embarrassingly bad, that the person was just some drunkard who strayed into your bedchambers, strangely.
You worked up a muscle to lift your hand and pull down the cover, when suddenly, the person moved, turning to face you.
Suddenly, something in your brain clicked about what happened yesterday...
You managed to slay The Wolf and avenge your father's death. You drove your sword to his chest and pushed the Wolf, down to his doom. You celebrated his demise with the townsfolk last night.
But somehow, there he was.
The Wolf, sleeping soundly on your bed, with you beside him.
You tense up, cold sweat trailing down your body, your face paled from intense emotions that you couldn't describe. Hate, anger, pain, dread, confusion, and embarrassment. It was too much for you
How in the hell did your nemesis got his way into your bed and did you.
No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be. This has to be a dream, a nightmare even, you thought.
You carefully sat up, no more in pain. You pinched your arm and face. It hurts. This is no dream nor nightmare, it was reality, and you were horrified.
Your hand hovered over The Wolf's sleeping body. You stared at his face, lax without that grimace he usually bears.
In fact, he looks rather, docile?
You looked over beside your bed, hoping to find a sword, or even a dagger, to put a final end to the man beside you, but you hesitated. You wondered if he was unarmed, as you might kill a wounded and unarmed man.
The Wolf opened his eyes and caught your sight. Your body froze, looking at his icy blue eyes, they're quite beautiful, you noted.. for a ruthless and vindictive tyrant like him. You felt your face slightly warm up.
You stared at each other for a few seconds before he finally broke eye contact and turned away from you.
You were dumbfounded by him suddenly turning away from you. He let out a sigh and finally spoke.
"How long have you been awake?"
You were surprised by his equally surprising calm voice, as you were used to his snarling, vicious tone. You answered that you've been awake for a few minutes, finally sitting up because you were in pain before.
He paused, then answered.
"I see"
Still dumbstruck by the whole ordeal, you decided to ask him, nicely, about what happened yesterday, well, after you were supposedly ended his life.
The Wolf went quiet. You weren't sure if this was the right question to begin with.
Still, he answered you.
"I don't know, you brought me here, I'd rather wish you tried harder to kill me"
He ended with a sharp tone.
You were puzzled. You brought the man who killed your father and tried to kill you so many times, to your castle, and put him on your bed. What were you thinking? Were you trying to redeem him after all he's done? Did you make sure he was dead when he hit the ground? You asked yourself.
You tried to rack up an answer in your head when he spoke again, breaking your train of thought.
"Leave me alone, please" There was a pause before he said the last word and he went silent.
With the pain mostly gone from your body, you got up from the bed and headed outside your bed chamber. Thankfully, you were still clothed. Looking a bit disheveled, but still clothed.
You close the door behind you and are greeted by a pikeman, standing guard beside the door.
"Good morning my Liege, how is your sleep?"
You were startled by his sudden greeting, but you answered that you slept pretty soundly, besides finding out you were sleeping with your enemy.
"Good to hear that M'lord"
You wondered if he knew about, who's inside the bed chamber with you, but you decided against asking him and you went on with your morning.
Before you head into the kitchen, you hear the pikeman muttering under his breath.
"..I'm just glad you're okay"
Seems like without you asking, he already knew. You went into the kitchen without saying another word to him.
- A little later... -
Finally fresh and fully dressed, you head up and out to the roof to catch the breeze. You took a deep breath, feeling the cold air enter your lungs. It was a calming sensation.
You look down at the peasants, already up and about, making their way and working. Everything was at peace without the constant fear and pressure of the tyrants.
Speaking of which, one of the tyrants is currently residing in your bed chamber.
He didn't speak a word when you went back and forth in the room. The Wolf knew he didn't belong there, but you let him be. You even brought him something to eat, but he didn't budge, he was just.. on your bed.
You went back inside and peeked through the chamber's door. The pikeman still standing guard in silence. You smiled at him and he returned it.
The Wolf was sitting on the bed, staring into the window. You opened the door, the sound made him turn his head and face you.
You stopped in your tracks when you saw that he hadn't even touched the food you left for him. You took the plate and sat on the edge of the bed, offering the food to him.
The Wolf was silent. It didn't look like he was interested in your offer.
Finally, you asked him again, about how he ended up on your bed.
His seemed hesitant to answer you, but he did.
"You saved me, after you killed me"
But that answer wasn't enough for you. You asked again. His brows furrowed, indicating he was getting irritated by your questions
"I said what I said"
You figured he was embarrassed by how his own enemy saved him from certain death. You told him that it was okay for him to be here, even though this is such a bizarre occurrence and you don't even know what really happened.
The Wolf gave a stabbing glare at you, as if he said 'Get out of my sight' in his mind. You went quiet.
You looked down at his torso. You were sure you stabbed him, though the wound wasn't enough to kill him. He covered the wound with his hands so you couldn't get a clear view of it. The Wolf saw what you were staring at and covered himself with the blanket.
"It's rude to stare, don't you have any manners?"
You were embarrassed by his remark and swiftly turned your head away. You asked him if he was hurt, but he only stared at you. You took this as he didn't want to talk with you anymore.
For now, his answers were enough, but you will have to continue to pursue answers from others.
Maybe Sir Longarm knows...