Carla walked slowly along the corridor with confusion written all over her face. The need to get away from the palace was all Carla could think of. She felt betrayed by not only Lidah and the union, but also of her husband. The web of lies that she had been given by all that she believed in, just to make sure the truth was never exposed, made Carla feel sick. She hated everything the union stood for; she wished no part in their team anymore.
Matthew could not think of what to say to Carla without it making him sound like a lost cause. He had no way of understanding her feelings and was never able to show compassion to those around who needed it. He was a hybrid who’s only thrill was the kill for meat, never to show tenderness and affection to unhappiness. It had never been shown to him.
He was taught that to speak of their true feelings was a weakness. He knew it was not true, sadness was sometimes a part of a person’s life, whether they wished it upon them or not.
His father, Filtiarn relished on it. He found fear intriguing, playing with his food, before taking the life of the victim to feed his empty stomach, and enjoying the sorrow of pain echoing around the villages he roamed. He cared for no one, but himself. Matthew would only think of his father when he felt that he was mirroring his actions.
“Did you know?” Carla suddenly asked out loud to Matthew, who was deep in thought as he walked along the corridor of the palace.
Matthew stopped walking and bit his bottom lip.
“Sort of,” was all he could say to a now annoyed looking Carla, who almost growled with frustration.
“Everyone, but me,” she cried. “Am I a liability or something? Alison knew about Amir, you knew, Lidah, the bloody union. But me? The main person in this has no inkling to the truth. How humiliating do you think I feel at this moment in time?”
Matthew shrugged. “Not too good?” he whispered like a child, who was in trouble.
“Not too good,” Carla repeated nodding her head. “How right you are. And I suppose everyone has been behind closed doors, laughing about me, saying how thick and stupid I am in not having a clue that her husband was a Prince.”
Matthew looked at her, he knew he was supposed to say something that would make her feel better, but had no idea what.
“I didn’t know,” Matthew said quietly, as though not wanting the blame for what she had been told. “And I don’t think anyone does,” he shrugged, trying not to stare at the eyes that were suddenly glaring at him.
“Oh thank goodness for that, I’m not a complete ass after all. Phew, I can carry on with my life knowing that not everyone in that bloody realm knew the big secret,” Carla stated sarcastically to a now crumbling warrior.
“And you? I’m sure you hide a secret within your heart too. Just like Jason, or should I say Prince Josiah. You have a very comfy relationship with that old fossil. So what are you, a king of a secret Kingdom? I know, you’re really the keeper of the keys, or how about a robot from the...