"But, milord, she is-"
"Are you questioning my authority?"
"N-never, my lord."
From my hiding place behind the throne, I hear Vaako's footsteps recede. That went well, I think to myself. My legs start getting numb from sitting on them so long. Soon, I hear Vaako stomp back in.
"Milord, as much as I hate to inform you, I have just seen the princess leaving with the Kelcon warriors. She was saying something about how she tricked you, and marrying that breeder." I stand quietly.
"Are you sure?"
"Would I lie to you?"
I step out from my hiding place, stating simply, "I think you would lie to anyone just to get what you want." He swallows loudly, stepping back.
"I-I swear, milord, I had no idea." Riddick glares at him.
"Guards, take him to the cells. He and his mate are relieved of duty." The guards nod and start to pull him away.
"Wait! One thing. I just need to know one thing." They stop and I walk to their new prisoner. "What do you have against me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why do you hate me?"
"I don't have to answer you."
"Fine, by the way, keep them separated." The guards nod, pulling him away.
"That looked fun."
"It was." I grin as he laughs. Gods, I love his laugh.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Oh. I don't know." I look down. He sighs.
"Well, Rina, I guess this would make you Lady Rina. If you want to be my commanding officer, what would you want to be called?"
"Just Rina. I've never been one for titles." I laugh and she joins.
"Of course, princess." She stops laughing. I realize what I'd done. I didn't mean-"
"I know," she replies quietly. "I'm gonna... I'm tired."
"Oh, well I'll show you to your room." We leave the throne room, walk down two or three corridors, and get to two doors. One says 'Lord Marshal' whereas the other is blank. The latter is open slightly. I point to the former and say, "here's my room. You call if you need anything. And here-" I point to the other door, "-is yours." I stand by the door as she walks in. She looks around the room and I watch her face. She's smiling. I helped pick out what went in the room. There's a desk in the corner filled with paper, and a bed in the center covered by green sheets with a golden canopy over the top. The bed I chose is huge. Her face is lit up, and I take pride in knowing I did that. I love her, I realize.
"Why are you out there?" I frown.
"It's...interesting, watching you. Seeing you smiling." I feel my face burning. "Anyway, you need your sleep. It's been a long day."
"Okay." He starts to leave. "Wait." He stops and turns. "Thank you." He smiles. Not a smirk, but a genuine smile, and nods. He walks out, closing the door behind him. I yawn and crawl under the covers of the giant bed. I think I love him, I think as my eyelids droop and I know nothing after that.