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Chapter 4 - Chester Holland

Hey guys! This is the second part –Chester's POV as planned. Hope you like it!

Chester

"She literally can't be more annoying to kidnap." Lucius Dawson spat out, moving around uncomfortably in his chair. "Thrashing about and hitting me on the face again and again."

I couldn't help but give a small smile to him in spite of the situation. I knew him well, I knew him very well and enough to know that he hated doing things behind other people's backs, for example, kidnapping two girls including my sister.

"Matilda was never keen on being touched without permission." I told him, sitting down next to him and pouring the expensive whiskey that I had received as payment from a family into his glass. He gulped it down and shook his head.

"Not Matilda, the other one." I nodded without actually listening to him and sipped on my drinks

"You know," he started, "I don't see why you asked me to bring Matilda too."

I looked at him. "She's, for one, the daughter of my father who is sick in bed and retired." I scoffed. "She barely looked like she knew that, walking around with Her Majesty and giggling and breaking the rules."

Lucius rolled his eyes. "Now, don't tell me that's the actual reason, and please do get on to talk about whatever was in your heart."

I stared at him and opened my mouth to prove his statement wrong but he cut me off with a smile. "You care about her, Chester. You want to see her."

I looked anywhere but his criticizing face. "My father wants to see her."

He huffed at me. "So be it then."

I looked down at myself then, noticing how dirty I was. I smelt of discarded rotten eggs that fell into a river of waste. I was that bad.

I stood up hastily and kept my glass back down on the table. "I'll go and take a bath now, I think."

He shrugged at me and continued to stare at wall as he sipped on his whiskey. As I started to leave the room, George Gibson suddenly came to view, with a smug Lucy Dawson behind him. I walked into my own room to take the things I needed for a bath as they both followed me inside.

"What's the matter?" I asked him as he rolled his eyes.

"Your sister is a pain in the neck."

I couldn't help but smirk.

I had sent him and Lucy off to go and help Matilda settle in the bedroom she was located in for the night. Ever since she had arrived, I had been the only person to talk to her. So, I didn't reckon she'd be too comfortable talking to the people she hadn't seen in ages.

Oh, and she hated Lucy.

She was always so competitive with her and that used to be something I loved about her.

It used to be.

"We just tried to help her, Ches, and she was already on our throats about how we should have never kidnapped her or Her Majesty."

I sighed.

"Funny how you both came up with the same nick name for her, isn't it?" I heard Lucius call from behind.

I laughed a little and shook my head at them, going past towards the bathroom. I stopped mid step when I saw Her Majesty standing and looking at the room for a long time. Of course. She thought it was disgusting, because it was not even close to her home.

I rolled my eyes, already irritated at her as I went behind her and coughed, getting her attention.

She turned back to me and scowled.

"May I know why you're..." I looked around to see that I was in fact in the right place, "Here?"

"Why do you think?" Her voice was sharp as she spoke and I noticed her carrying the gray dress I had kept for her in her room. I almost wanted to smile at that but stopped, realizing who was standing in front of me. It was Her Majesty and I shouldn't care. I don't care.

So, without a word, I backed out from the place and turned back, walking in a straight direction until I saw her room.

Matilda was standing near the bed, staring at the wall as tears trickled down her cheek. My chest constricted at the sight and I sighed, shaking my head.

I shouldn't care about her either.

However, Lucius was right indeed. I did care.

So, I walked into the room, instantly grabbing her attention. I dropped the clothes I was holding on the bed and stood a little far from her, cautiously. She turned her head back to wall as if she didn't notice me and I didn't take the chance to speak.

I stood there and just looked at her.

After what? More than a decade?

She had grown beautifully into a woman. Her attitude was still the same, not even a slight bit of difference – so innocent outside but everyone who knew her for who she was knew that she was probably one of the most ferocious people.

She looked perfectly healthy, as if she would have had three proper meals every single day and never went a day past her bedtime. My heart warmed at the thought of that. But it went cold again as I thought that maybe now was the first time she was feeling helpless, sick and away from her home.

"I... I will see him. I'll see our father, Chester." She whispered, breaking the silence.

I swallowed. "I expected you to say that."

She turned to look at me. "I... I don't know if I'm supposed to say that I'm sorry, Ches, but-"

"Chester. You call me Chester." I cut her off roughly.

She looked at me with wide surprised eyes. "And apologizing is a matter that is solely based on you. Don't ask me for advice."

She scrunched her eyes close and walked towards me. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "Dear god, I'm so sorry, Ches- Chester, that whatever happened has happened. I wish I can take the blame but nothing, and I mean nothing has ever been in my control. Everything had spun out of my control way earlier than you knew and I had to sacrifice for our-"

"Our what?" I snapped at her. "Don't you dare," I said through gritted teeth, "tell me that you had been the one doing all the sacrificing, because I won't take that as an apology."

She sniffed as more tears ran down her cheek. She came close to me and put her hand on my cheek. "I'm sorry. But you have got to let me finish."

I shook my head as the usual stone cold expression appeared on my face.

Matilda chocked out a sob and the next thing I knew, her arms were around me. She pulled me tightly into a hug but I didn't move an inch.

I stayed still as she cried into my arms.

Suddenly, the door barged open as the princess came rushing in but gasped so loud that Matilda herself slowly pulled away from me. Her mouth was wide open as she stared at us in shock.

I couldn't resist rolling my eyes at her. Of course, Matilda would've never talked about me to her. And she, she would have known nothing about Matilda because all she would've cared about is herself.

Her Majesty looked at me shocked as I left the room, slamming the door behind me in anger, hoping to forget all the things Matilda had told me and to instead focus on what I had right under my nose – a huge conflict.