The Boy Without A Name

Chapter Thirteen

"So, are we there yet? Or would it take you some thousand years to drive us to whatever it is that you wanted to show me?" The boy quirked a brow at Emmett, who was silently humming to himself.

"We are almost there. I wasn't quite aware of the exact location of this place, hence it took me some time to navigate its exact whereabouts but nevertheless, we are here." With a sigh, he had abruptly stopped the car before facing him, just to gauge his reaction.

"It is a castle. You wanted to show me a castle?" He couldn't help but frown at the thought of discovering only a castle.

"Yes, this is the Glamis Castle. It is quite renowned and famously revered in Dundee for the history that it seems to possess and I thought it would be worth showing to you." Emmett intellectualised. 

"So, are we going to take a look inside or stay cloaked here, in which case the ghost of some brawny, little King decides to haunt us for apparently, acting like some pesky invaders?"  The boy asked after some time. 

"I am afraid that we cannot catch a glimpse of the castle's interior since it is way past the visiting time. But, I did not come here to only show you Glamis. Let's take a step outside, shall we? I swear you are going to adore this." Emmett exclaimed excitedly as he opened the car door and stepped outside to observe the view.

"If you say so, grey eyes." He stated enthusiastically as he stretched his limbs upon stepping out of his compact car.

"Would you like to accompany me to the West side of this enormous site?" Emmett offered, biting his lip to show his apparent hesitation.

"Surely, you're not going to hand me over to the royalty, right?" The boy couldn't help but ask.

"You'd be surprised at what I can do, but for now, you don't have to fear a thing, just follow me." Emmett gave him an assuring smile as he beckoned him to follow his league.

"Aren't you forgetting something, darlin'? He asked slyly, staying transfixed to his place.

"What?" Emmett turned around to stare at him, he couldn't pinpoint as to what he could be forgetting.

"My hand, you nerd. We go together, you and I. And I'd much prefer if you would rather hold my hand, wouldn't really want you to run off with some Prince, now would I?" He remarked. 

"Oh, sure."

With flaming cheeks aflame, Emmett slowly walked towards him, furiously blushing a soft pink, as he approached him. He was, indubitably, fascinating, like some eccentric, extravagantly preposterous looney-toon, fabled to make-believe into the world imaginary, something that struck him as rather unusual for surely, he wasn't falling for him, was he? It was this twinge of neverending agony that would twist itself into the mainstream of where his heart would thump against his chest in an almost arbitrary, inconsistently, haphazardous way, wherein all he could do was feel this pang of paranoia, too enraged to feel, too broken to seal, and too miserable to foresee whenever he'd look at him, and if these were some symptoms for a disease that Emmett already had a suffering history of, then he was hilariously doomed.

"So what is on the west side?" He mused as they walked hand in hand.

"Just something that maybe you'd like to see." Emmett answered as he gave him a nonchalant shrug, concealing his highly driven emotions.

"You're tryin' to sound mysterious, but it ain't workin' in your favour, lad." He looked at him amused.

Emmett only chuckled in response," I am not trying to be anything, this is how I usually behave."