Chapter 88

" Alistair, may I?"Ethan peeped in through an opening in Alistair's door. He noticed she wasn't sleeping anymore. Alistair could not get enough rest so she retired to studying.

"Sure" She smiled. Ethan walked in and sat opposite the study table. Time passed stealthily, Alistair's eyes were fixed on the book she was reading while Ethan waited patiently for the right time or let's say, the right words to use to begin his talk. He had longed to speak to her since he saw her. She is Alistair, the Almighty princess. She knows more secrets of the coven than he does. Though there are some she would not know about. She was never a commoner like him. Commoners has some advantage over royalty.

"You really want to have a talk, don't you?" Alistair got tired of the awkward silence between them.

"You look so busy. You should take the book away at least." That told Alistair all she needed to know. She has never been a good host. She should have kept the book away.

"I ... I apologise. "She stood up. "Wine? Or coffee?"

"Anything you would take milady." He replied gentlemanly. Alistair opened a cupboard at a corner of her room and poured out wine into their cups. She sat, her head still bent, this time staring at her wine cup. All she needed to be sane was to avoid his eyes and she would do just that.

"I'm sorry about... earlier today..." Ethan began.

"Do not mention."Alistair interrupted him.

"You are part of this plan of taking the white coven. You were there during the big war, weren't you? "

Alistair felt a bit disappointed. He's come all the way to talk about the war. Why must it always be about the war? She was disappointed and could not figure out why. What would he have talked about instead? Aren't they just strangers?

Oh Alistair focus! Her subconscious warned.

She contemplated within herself whether to raise her head and give him the questioning look he deserved but she just stayed calm.

Be calm Alistair!

"Of course I was."

Ethan grinned. Finally, his little nervousness has gone off. He's never been shy to talk to anyone. She won't be any different.

"Then you should know that this plan would lead no where. The devil has taken over everything and everyone, even the white coven."

Alistair bit her lip. Now what is he saying? "There's no plan unfortunately or fortunately." She paused. "We don't have a specific plan. It's going to be hard but..."

"The cause should be tackled first. We had a war, the people never understood what caused it. I know who you are Alistair. I mean...who doesn't?"He paused. "I believe we are the only reasonable adult here and we should be able to think more maturely. What ties did your father make with the demons? Why did we have a sudden war? Why did we get breached? How?"

Alistair was dazed. What can be more heartbreaking? He's only here to interview her. What a Jerk! 

She raised her head and casted him a disappointing glare. "Do I have to explain all that to you?"

"You don't need to." Ethan sipped his wine. If he had taken a look at Alistair. He'd had seen the awful look she gave him. Ethan only cared about the information he was about to get from her. At least he'd be able to understand what their plans are, if there is any. "You can make me understand. I was a commoner. I knew nothing about the war. I hid all my life. You can call me a coward if you like. But the fact still remains that everyone really would like to live no matter what."

His last words touched Alistair in some way. She felt little pity for him but snapped out of it real quick. But at least, she was able to calm down.

"My father had no special ties with the demons aside from the one you know of. The Royal family had its own standards. We never made financial ties with the demons. My mother was a good king. The war was inevitable. I can't explain how it happened."

"She made us vulnerable. You can't tell me she was a good king."

Ouch! That was harsh!

"Think whatever you want! " Alistair snapped. They eyes met in an instant and the Earth went still. Two eyes met. Fierce light green almond and a sea of deep blue lonely eyes. The room got silent as in an instant that a pin would have been heard if dropped. Alistair was burning with rage, he has just called her mother incompetent, but she could not help but get along with nature. There's something in his eyes. And Ethan, he was having a very strange feeling, one he'd never want to believe. She is from the royal family but she looks okay so different. Her eyes, in her eyes, he felt lost. Like his world was premade in it. He has always despised power. He hated royalty, mainly because of their thirst for power regardless of the commoners interests but so far Alistair has proved herself different. He never saw her when she was a princess. He only heard about her. He had presumed her to be some arrogant creature with wings of dread and greed but right now in this green blub of light he's gotten lost into, He saw nothing but modesty.

"Uhm..."Alistair gasped, breaking the awkward silence and stare. Her subconscious had snapped her out of it but she still wondering how long they'd stared. "I... I don't care if you understand or not. But the main point is the war was inevitable and all we should do now is focus on the future, not the past. "She rushed on her words like there was some forces residing in her mouth. All Ethan could pick from what she said is: "inevitable, future."

He was quiet, as if in a daze. Alistair swallowed hard. What the hell is going on?! She made up her mind she was going to leave the room. She stoop up from her seat but tripped off on her first step. Ethan caught her just in time. In his arms, she felt electrified. His face was so close and his stare, killing. She felt her soul get pierced bit by bit.

"Are you..." Ethan tried to speak but she hushed him. 

She withdrew herself from his arms and packed her hair, confused and embarrassed at the same time.

"I guess... it's hightime you took your leave."She said.

"Why? "Ethan asked, rather unconsciously.

She walked over to the door and opened it up for him.

"You are too nice!" She spat without thinking.