Red Queen One-Shots

Goodbye

I'm gonna try and write the story based on the prompt above^^. It's been a while for me and I might be a little rusty.
Hope you'll enjoy ☺️

Supyohowslife sorry it's a bit long, hopefully you'll find it good 🤗

Mare's pov:

("No distractions" my ass. You two are under my care now.)

“We’ll come get him in an hour,” the Colonel’s words burn through me, leaving me numb. “I’d recommend you to say goodbye to Miss Barrow now.”

The red eyed prick opens the door, urging his guards leave first in a useless performance of power. His eyes rove over us, noting our nearly bored expressions, much like his own act of pretend - as if he didn’t fall all over himself a minute ago from Cal’s savage threats. 

I want to kill him. I want to electrocute his nerves, standing above him as I make him pay for locking me up, treating me with the disgust reds store in their hearts for the silvers. 

Yet I remain sitting with Cal as he whispers something to the others, before reaching for the door, smirking.

“it’s unlikely you’ll ever see her again.”

Bolting for the door as it closes, I throw my hands towards the Colonel, attempting to hopefully ruin his other eye as well. 

Cal grabs me by the arms from behind, pulling me against his chest as the guards point their guns at me.

"It's not worth it," Cal mutters.

The guns stay pointed at me as the click of the lock echoes through the little cell. The silence stone imbedded in these walls provides a barrier I’m not able to pass, evident by the blood drying on my knuckles from punching the door. 

I'm a heartbeat, they're gone, and I'm left standing with Cal. Realising he's practically holding me up, I untangle from him, my blood boiling.

The exiled prince steps away, not even sparing me a glance as he flops down, holding his head in his hands.

My hand automatically reaches for his shoulder; yet I pull back quickly, trying to suppress the urge to comfort him. Even when the sight of his hunched frame burns through my mind.

Settling in the opposite corner, I fight off the need to be next to him, as my anger fades and I'm left frozen.

I don't deserve his comfort, his warm hugs. I killed him, his future, and now the fire prince is a corpse who's blood is still warm and running. But not for long.

Cal's shoulders shake, and I think I can hear him sob. But as he looks up, his eyes are dry, and his crooked smile lacks the warmth I cherish. Laughing over his fate, the ridiculously of the past few days, himself.

Cal doesn't cry.

But I do.

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Unfortunately the cell doesn't have the luxury of a watch, so there's no telling how long had passed since the Colonel has been here.

It must've been over half an hour, that I can tell. Half an hour of complete silence from both of us, neither reaching to the other from our corners.

We should talk.

Yes, we do. I owe him too much to let him go without saying goodbye, giving him one final apology, even though it could never make up for his loss.

I wipe the tears off my face, careful to not make a sound. I don't want Cal to see me cry, especially since he's the one being sent to his death.