The Spare To The Throne

Chapter 3: Tinkle

"Blackguards?" I ask. "I don't get it."

Romeo sighed. "They're rogues Juliet, the blackguards are rogues."

"Wait, so-"

"Those guards aren't helping anyone," he says. "They're the ones causing this attack."

"But why?" 

"Because," he sighs. "That's what they do. They're after me."

I found it quite ironic that those guards were actually called blackguards. Considering they were dressed in all black. The name honestly fits them perfectly.

"Why?" I ask once again.

"Because, I'm the-" he stops and runs a hand down his face. "Forget it."

I huffed. "No, I wanna know. I can't be stuck in a restroom with someone that's wanted without knowing the reason. You could be some kind of deranged murderer for all I know."

He perks an eyebrow. "Really Juliet, if I was truly a deranged murderer wouldn't I have killed you by now?"

I looked away and shrugged. "You tried to."

It fell quiet until I spoke again. "I still want to know why-"

"Shut the hell up, Juliet!" he yells. "Damn, just shut the fuck up. You're making me regret not killing you." He mumbles the last part lowly.

He closes his eyes and rub his temples as if he was thinking and processing something. Astounded by his sudden outburst, I decided it would be best if I stop pestering him with questions.

The urge to pee had increased over the past few hours and I don't think I could hold it in much longer. I crossed my legs and squeezed tightly. Using one of the stall in here was surely an option, but I didn't feel comfortable using it with Romeo being here. I tried to focus on something else, like how my life is currently in potential danger and how I should think of a way out of here.

"What's wrong with you?" Romeo asks suddenly, observing me with concern.

"What do you mean?"

"You're shaking."

I noticed that in fact I was shaking. I squeezed my legs together, increasing the tightness. My bladder was honesty about to burst any moment from now. 

"N-nothing," 

"Stop lying," he says. "I hate when people lie to me."

He sits up straight, still staring at me.

"Do you have to pee?" he asks as if I was a child in need of help.

"Y-yes." I say, feeling the urgent need to tinkle right now.

He smirks. "Then go." He said, looking towards the stalls.

I shake my head no. "I'm not comfortable."

"Really?" he asks, standing up. He walks over to the sink, and touches the faucet teasingly.

I gasp. He wouldn't dare.

"And why is that Juliet?" His fingers linger on the tap, tracing the silver knob.

"B-because" I stutter. "Y-you're i-in h-here."

Suddenly he turns on the water, making my nerves go crazy.

"Are you sure, Juliet? You really look like you can't hold it."

He walks into a stall and seconds later, I hear him peeing. Then he flushes like the bastard he is, sighing with content as he walks back out. 

"Wow, Juliet," he says. "I feel as light as a balloon."