I figured he was planning on forcing me to take him to where Vernon would most likely be, yet I had aspired to convey that I was willing to listen, even if just a little bit. I waited patiently for him to comply with my wishes, his response being what I should have expected. Truth be told, the huskiness in his voice caused me to stiffen further, the deepness and allure of it sending a shiver straight down my spine. Rather helplessly, I watched as he turned and planted himself firmly upon the desk`s surface, making sure to emphasize his direct rebellion against my command. My hands clenched into fists in response, teeth digging into my lip as I refrained from verbalizing a crude remark; this man was testing my patience and was constantly managing to make me more pissed off than anyone else. His comment about my desk being rather strong, I mumbled beneath my breath, ``Had to make sure it could tolerate an asshole..``

My eyes darted towards the window as well, frowning at the sight of the incoming night. The idea of spending the night with him and with these shadows pestering me every second was not an ideal one; his words confirmed my suspicions, causing me to curse mentally. His warnings were acknowledged whenever I nodded or hummed in agreement, my legs gradually taking me backwards before I sat down on the comfortable sheets of my bed. My gaze returned to him as I crossed my legs, noticing how he kept struggling to keep his hair out of his eyes; if my opinion mattered to him, I would have told him to keep the length since I believed that added to his allure. Gods, I was going insane with all these lovey dovey thoughts, especially when all he gave a shit about was finding Vernon and constantly threatening me.

``I plan on staying right here. I don`t trust you either, so I`m not leaving you alone in my room,`` I replied after a few moments of silence, tilting my chin and allowing my hair to fall slightly once again. For the longest time, I sat there and quietly observed him, looking him over and taking more mental notes. Even if he was my capitor and had once been trying to genuinely kill me, I really was interested about what lie beneath this rough, irritable exterior he constantly portrayed. I doubted I was going to even fall asleep tonight due to his presence, so I figured I could spend that time at least doing something. With one final look over, I turned on my bed to stare at the numerous paintings that decorated the walls, seeking the peace and solace they always brought me; I had painted them all myself anyways.

I stiffened when I heard his approach, tilting my chin at an askew angle to observe him from my peripheral vision My blue eyes narrowed in on his oustretched and awaiting hand, heeding his words that followed shortly after. With an exaggerated roll of my eyes, I reached for a spare blanket and tossed it towards him haphazardly. The words he spoke ensuing my compliance were what truly distirbed and unsettled me to my core, the idea of him doing such a thing upsetting me greatly. It was rather hard to offend me enough to make me visibly upset, yet here I was. My eyes hardened into an icy glare while I turned to face the opposite direction completely.

``I would never even consider touching you,`` I grumbled before I returned to delving into my thoughts. The paintings I made were all incredibly important to me, perhaps even more so than each and every flick of my wrist and angle of my fingers that helped me guide every stroke of the paintbrush. Each painting held both memories and incredibly important emotions I had felt when I had painted them. The mere idea of not being able to create another wounded me greatly, which was why I had visibly reacted at his words. Painting was the one way I knew how to truly express myself, speaking and explaining things being something I had always struggled with. Even though I could hold my own in arguments and speak in a manner befitting of someone like myself, I still struggled.

I knew with even more certainty that I would not sleep tonight. Perhaps since he had already threatened to take away my ability to paint, I decided to actually resort to doing that in my spare time. Therefore, the moment he removed the shadowy tendrils from my wrists I stood once again and headed over to my desk, grabbing the unfinished painting and a few supplies before returning to my former arrangement upon my bed. I looked over at him to ensure he was busy doing something else before I started painting, shoving down my exhaustion.

I briefly raised my head to observe him as he grabbed the blanket and scurried over to a corner, nearly smiling out of pure amusement. It was reassuring to see that I was not the only one extremely uncomfortable with this situation, even if he had been the one to cause it in the first place. I blinked once before lowering my gaze and resuming flicking my wrist here and there, humming sporadically as I paused to exmaine the current product of my thoughts. Most of my paintings were landscapes with the occasional single animal here and there, making it the center of the piece; the majority of the animals were deer, their soft and timid behavior having always spoken to me on a spiritual level. The one I was currently working on was a waterfall with a deer lapping from the water at its base, accumulating into something beautiful and serene. For some reason, I managed to paint something like this while feeling so overwhelmed and uncertain; these emotions usually made me hesitate to even touch a paintbrush.

In the middle of painting, I had to move back to my desk and light a candle due to the setting sun. I glanced towards the man that was curled up beneath the blanket I had given him, wondering if he truly had fallen asleep. I shook my head in dismissal before I focused on painting again, having already pushed aside all the papers he had planted his arse on; I was still pissed off about that, truth be told. It was not long before my eyes grew tired, fluttering open and close before I could not handle it anymore. I groaned as I set down the paintbrush and stood from my desk, stumbling in the nearly pitch black interior of my room until I plopped down upon my bed. I buried myself beneath the familiar covers, glancing towards the candle I had left aflame. A bried mumble escaped my lips along with a brief flick of my tattooed wrist, the engravement briefly glowing before extinguishing. Simultaneously, the candle blew out with a hushed whisper while I drifted off into a terrible slumber. I could not sleep properly knowing that he was in my room and that he could potentially be planning on killing me in the middle of the night. I would not be surprised, especially since I had already pissed him off multiple times.

Insomnia was something I found myself constantly struggling with, yet tonight I had managed to remain asleep with not a single disturbance. Of course, I occasionally twisted and turned in bed to unconsciously get into a more comfortable position; it was a normal thing for anyone to do, to be completely honest. When I finally stirred from my sleep, my blue eyes fluttered open as I stretched, the sheets covering me shifting in response to my movements. It took me a few moments to adjust to the blinding rays of sunlight that poured into my room, the frown on my face conveying my displeasure; I was not a morning person by any means and it was incredibly obvious. I peered downwards and noticed that the blanket he had used had been draped over me. My eyes widened when I sat up and looked over at where he had been, my breath hitching in alarm when he wasn`t there.

Where had he gone? I found myself contemplating all the possible answers, even if I should be glad he had finally vanished from my room, albeit briefly. With a groan, I hoisted myself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom that was connected to my room, heading for the sink and mirror. As I gazed at my reflection, I cursed beneath my breath and immediately started to correct my appearance; I was not a vain person, yet I knew that someone such as myself had to always look presentable. I settled on re-touching my hair and correcting the jewelry that was entangled with my silver strands of hair. It was very rare for me to sleep without having removed every accessory and my daily attire, yet I had done so last night; truth be told, there was simply no way I was going to change my clothes with a stranger in my room. The mere thought was even comical to even consider, to be honest.

``Lady Polaris?`` a voice had suddenly called out, drawing my attention. I realized whoever it was had heard me stumbling about in my room, seemingly preparing for the day. A heavy sigh left me as I walked over towards the door that led into my room directly, leaning against it and not daring to even touch the doorknob by accident.

``What is it?`` I replied with a mental curse ringing through my head, wondering why on earth the guards outside were suddenly so intrusive. Typically, they would wait for me to take a foot outside of my room before engaging in conversation, a courtesy I seemed to not have today. As I waited for a response, my mind raced with potential reasons why they had called my name. Was Tyrine home and waiting for me somewhere? Did mother and father need me for some kind of meeting? The true reason was clearly not one I had even thought of.

``I dare not overstep, but.. I want to confirm that you had someone staying the night,`` one of the guards on the other side of my door mumbled, his voice so uncertain and almost embarrased that I inwardly cringed. I realized that he had probably walked straight out the door without using his powers, an act that could easily get me in trouble. Most royals loved indulging in nights of pleasure and false companionship, but I had never done so in my life. They were definitely presuming him and I had been up to something, especially if I confirmed he had been in my room.

``I.. did. Now, focus on your duties,`` I admitted before ensuring to scold them, even if it was not necessary to do so. A heavy groan of annoyance left me as I stumbled back over to my bed, plopping down onto my back. I peered up silently at the ceiling of my room for what felt like hours before I heard a shimmering-like noise. My breathing hitched as I sat up, my body relaxing when I saw none other than the man that had stayed the night emerging from the shadows. He had nearly given me a goddamn heart attack; the last thing I needed was a second person trying to get something from me.

I noticed that he was wearing different clothing compared to the servant attire he had prior, making me realize these were probably the clothes he usually wore. Truth be told, he looked far better wearing this compared to the shaggy, common clothing from before; his outfit also matched his personality and demeanor, the whole conconction radiating an ominous and foreboding vibe. His voice broke my trail of thought, a scowl forming promptly on my face at his question. I had not missed him a single bit, even if I did.. slightly.. miss the banter. When I realized what I was thinking, I cleared my throat and looked away, cursing wihin my mind once again. His reassurances did little to reassure me, especially since the guards and anyone in this stupid tower loved drama and spreading rumors and everything else. I would be truly pissed if I walked out of here only to be interrogated about having a man in my room.

``Easier said than done,`` I mumbled as I cast a glare in his direction. Fortunately, I had the easiest method of delivering messages thanks to being a High Fae, but the problem was whether or not it would actually be delivered. His following words nearly made me groan, making me feel like a goddamn child or commoner of some kind. With a huff, I shifted off of my bed and stood up straighr, looking him over. ``And fine. I`ll do whatever you want.``

My voice clearly conveyed my annoyance and reluctance to comply, but I knew better than to go against him. With a final glare sent directly into his eyes, I turned around and walked straight for the balcony that was connected to my room. I was honestly surprised he had not decided to sneak in that way, but.. climbing this stupid tower was not easy and not efficient. I extended a hand and mumbled a simple phrase beneath my breath, causing a single piece of paper to shoot towards me from my desk. Shortly after, a pen followed suit and flew into my hand, allowing me to write a letter addressed to none other than Veron himself. Once I was content with the message, I mumbled another command that led to the letter folding itself and speeding out into the world. I turned around and looked over at him briefly.

I always tried to limit my magic usage, especially since High Fae magic was incredibly powerful. I raised a brow at him before I turned and headed into the bathroom again to ensure I looked presentable. Momentarily, I wondered where Tyrine was, but I knew that if she had gotten into trouble she would have sent me a message one way or another. With that knowledge, I relaxed and tended to checking myself in the mirror again.