"Unus pro omnibus et omnes pro uno"

There was a little part in my brain that told me not to give up.

Something will happen. Something that will push you. It's not over yet.

I wanted to finish everything. Just to do that and I will be in another place. I don't care if that is hell, I just wanted to go somewhere.

I closed my eyes when a doctor came three hours later.

"I don't want," I said.

"And I need to do my duty." He said strong, and I opened my eyes.

"What are you doing, doctor?" I said when I saw him getting closer.

"Checking you." He said simply.

I pushed sheet closer because I had nothing under just some paper thing.

I was a little cold but I would never say that.

"Dianna. Don't make me repeat." He said, and I looked at him.

His grey eyes were certain and strong, there wasn't anything in them that would lead me to think he will do anything else.

But. Danniel was the same. He was smiling and playing nice when he actually raped me.

I closed my eyes and felt tears in my eyelash.

"Just finish with that, doctor." I pushed sheet to the bottom and gave my hand.

There is nothing he could do to harm me even more. I'm broken and there is no coming back.

I felt his hands on my wrist, getting on that blue thing, then he slowly unwarped bandage and said to move my wrist.

It hurt, but I said nothing. I didn't look at him. My vision was a white wall opposite my bed.

He wrapped it again and put the blue thing.

"We will leave it for couple more days." He said and stepped closer.

I instantly moved my body.

"Slowly. I won't do anything." He raised hands in the air and then he took off that paper.

He looked at my bruises and scratched on my neck and stomach, he would touch them, put something on them, and I just wanted to get over with that. I hated it.

He covered my chests and took a deep breath.

"This might hurt a little." He uncovered my stomach, and I instantly scared.

"What?" I said quietly, "No," I said again, "Please." I felt tears in my eyes.

"Just leave it," I added while he touched my stomach.

It hurt but, again, I said nothing. I watched at his head wondering what will happen.

He pressed stomach little that I had to exhale.

"Hurt?" He raised the head.

"Yes," I said quietly.

"Okay." He touched a little at left and I felt the same pain.

He raised the head, and I nodded.

"Okay." He put a sheet on me again and took of gloves.

That sound echoed across the room.

I blinked a few times.

He wrote something on paper and said.

"Scary?" He smiled and then turned.

"Get some rest." He smiled again and exited the room.

I exhaled air I didn't even know I'm keeping. I had a little scarier thing on my mind, but still, that was frightening.

I must leave this place. Constant beeping of the instruments, every breath I head, doctors words, it was just too much. There must be a way for me to go, without anyone knowing that. For the first time I just wanted to hide in my room and never leave it again. Castle, became a big bad monster, who could uncover it's claws every moment.

My hands looked normal. The blue thing was on my hand and I didn't feel any pain. Whenever I moved it it hurt a little less and I was sure I could leave, but my legs? Could I walk, will it hurt?

I slowly pushed the sheet down again and looked at my legs. They seemed thinner than ever before. I looked so small, so weak, so hurt.

"Come on Dianna." I cheered myself and took feet on the ground.

I looked at them for a second over the edge and then I put them on the floor.

A sudden blood heat in them made them feel like bees are stabbing me but for a moment I stood. The next one I was on the bed again.

Oh, God this hurt.

I exhaled and inhaled and tried again.

This time pain was a little smaller and I could stand for a second longer.

When my legs refused my weight I cursed.

"Going somewhere?" I heard someone's voice, and I looked up.

I saw Prince standing on the doors, casually leaning on the wall. He looked so dangerous in a black uniform. Only contrast was his eyes.

They were like a foggy summer morning. Unreal, and rare.

"Yes," I said trying again.

"Need help?" He asked still with an eyebrow up.

"No. Thanks," I said and sat on the bed.

My damn weak feet.

He came closer.

"Really. Are you going somewhere?" He said looking worried.

"As I said." I repeated frustrated, "I want to leave," I said. "But my feet are refusing to move."

I run my fingers through hair and I looked at it. I should probably get a haircut. It almost fell to the bottom of my back. My hair was healthy, but I wanted it shorter.

".. Go."

I raised my head.

"What?"

"I said go if you want to go, but you will not go much further."

"Thanks for that. I did not know that." I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

"I'm too weak," I said quiet almost forgetting he is in the room.

"No, you are not." I heard his voice so close to mine and I looked up.

He was two steps from me. Prince possessed some of the magic in his feet. It was almost he was shadow; I never heard him walking.

"I am. Weak." I touched big bruise on my knee and it hurt.

I closed eyes when the pain hit my head and I wanted to fall on the bed.

God. This is all too dangerous.

"Okay fine. You are weak." He run his hand through hair.

I saw a little wisp on his forehead.

"You want to go or not?" He showed up at doors and I nodded.

"I want," I said simply and tried to get up.

Nothing.

"For God's sake." He put one hand under my knees and second on my back.

My eyes widened when I realised what he did. I was in his hug. He is taking me somewhere.

I didn't know what to say, but, God, he smelled so good. That mixture of some detergent and spices.

I closed my eyes too tempted to put my head on his shoulder.

We were close to the exit.

I heard him saying something, but I didn't care. I wanted to go out of here. When I felt the cold air on my feet, I opened eyes.

It was snowing. Little snowflakes were falling from sky thousands and thousands in the air. Few in Prince's hair.

That contrast.

God.

I smiled when I felt one on my cheek and then I opened my mouth.

Few of them fall on my thong and I swallowed.

"Little girl." I heard his voice, and I opened eyes.

"Don't die." I smiled and looked up again.

With him, all of this seemed so easy. Talking, smiling, hugging. Everything felt so natural and I got scared. And God knows that I'm easy to get scared.

This thought me something.

"Okay. Just a few stairs" He said, and I heard guards greeting him. It didn't matter. I was free from that room.

I didn't realise when we stepped in the castle. Everything was in green, red, and silver. Holidays are coming, and with that, King's and Queen's anniversary. It was supposed to be wonderful. I just didn't know what they will do.

My eyes observed us on the polished glass next to the long hallway. He looked strong and powerful while I looked like a little deer. His hug tightened as we came closer to my room and I raised my head watching him from below.

"You hurt me in so many ways," I started silently looking in his chest, "but no matter what you did you saved me that night, and for that I thank you."

He didn't say anything for a three big steps but then I felt his hands tightening around me.

"You are too weak. You need straight." He spoke and I laughed. Of course he won't react on pathetic girl talk.

I looked into his eyes, white ones, lips, too close to mine, and his white skin.

He looked like a ghost. He had dark circles under eyes like he didn't sleep for days.

"And you are ugly," I said.

He squealed. "I'm afraid that is impossible." He said with a smile on his face.

He so too beautiful.

And that is true. He can't be ugly. There was something unreal in his look, something that made you look in his face, his body, and to think: How on Earth is he so beautiful?

I was wondering for too long. I can't take that. He is a myth, someone unreal, from a different world, not ours.

I closed eyes when I felt we are in the room. I felt my soft bed, and I smiled. At least I'm not in the hospital anymore.

A little tingles covered my skin where I felt his look goes. My smile instantly dropped. He said he has seen better before, and what he will say now. I was that ugly one.

I heard her exhale, and he said.

"You are bleeding. I will give you something."

I didn't care for the rest because my mind got lost in that bed. He only thing that mattered were words I said when he saved me. I just wasn't sure did he hear me.

****

I heard someone's voice but I didn't open my eyes.

"Amelia she needs to rest, " I recognized that voice. Maurecia.

"I know. But I need to tell her something. She needs to know." She said, and I opened my eyes.

Inhaled. Exalead.

"Maurecia leave me alone," I said and she nodded.

"Amelia, what is happening?" I asked once I heard doors.

My voice sounded so cold, and untouchable. Like I'm cold inside out. But the real truth is hidden, deep inside.

I'm not the cold one. I feel everything. Double.

"D. What happened? I'm so sorry."

She said too close and for the first time, I didn't feel excitement when she is close. I feel nothing. Just empty space that will never be filled in.

I can't let her take that place again. I just uncovered it. I want to be my person and my person only. I don't want to let her control me. No.

"I can imagine," I said and rolled my eyes.

"Why are you so cold? I'm really sorry."

"Yes. And you did nothing. You just showed up here and demanded to see me. Maybe I don't want to see you." I covered my eyes with a hand like the first day when all of this happened and exhaled.

"You are not cruel D. I know you."

"No one knows me. I don't even know myself. I lost everything I believed in."

"Don't say that." She wanted to take my hand but I close it.

I see a little patch on my elbow and little yellow place around it. Prince took care of my wound.

I smiled and look at her. Now she is nothing to me.

"That is a truth." I look away and focus on the white wall. Here is something on it. Little black thing.

It looks like a bug. I hate bugs.

I exhaled when I felt her hand on mine.

"Just listen to me. I don't know what happened to you, but I know I will be here for you. I won't leave you alone."

Her eyes looked worried, but also honest.

"That is a shame. I don't need you anymore."

I turned around and looked outside.

The snow was falling.

"You found new friends. Queen and Marissa, I assume?" She raised an eyebrow, and I looked at her.

Her face was again that cold marble thing you can't read. She learned something. She is not happy anymore. She is worried. And for the first time, I didn't care.

I look at her blue eyes look and smiled. That is a just an empty laugh, without happiness, sarcasm, anything. Just a simple thing you can make with your lips and breath. Worthless? It doesn't exist anymore.

Actually, it never did since I came here. I didn't smile since my home. Thate was rare but still, it was only a true one.

And now she looked surprised to see me smiling, just a couple days after that horrible thing. I should cry but I didn't want to. I can't. My eyes are dry. I can't let a tear.

"Irrelevant. I'm here for another reason." She took wisp of her hair on the side and played with it.

"King wants to organize a conference. He wants everyone to be there. Thirteenth people from middle class, thirteen from humanity, and thirteen from third class. He wants to see us all. It will happen soon, and that will be our chance."

"Chance for what?" I asked confused.

"Chance to take a thing in our hands. To finally give some rights to the third class. To teach them what is equal."

"I don't understand. You want to take the throne?"

She nodded and smiled.

"That will be hard. Both of them, King and a Prince, are too good. Prince scans the room every few minutes. He checks every angle, every move, every breath. That will be impossible." I said.

I don't know why I'm telling them that. I don't know I just didn't tell Prince about this. He would take care of that, and I would be safe behind him. In his shadow. I would be just a good girl. Everything he wanted.

But then it hit me. I still have that little part that I have under my control. That part which takes me to take care of my people. To help them. Protect them. Do everything I can't just to be sure what is best.

I'm divided into two sides. One is my loyalty to my people, my kind, that lies in my bones, in my nature, in my every part of the skin. On the other side, I found comfort and secure behind him.

He killed everyone who touched me. He takes care of me. He gives me everything. He is trying to teach me something. He tells me how people are jealous of me, and still, he doesn't look at anyone.

I'm torn on two sides. And I can't decide which one to cross. I walk on a thin rope under big chasm and once it will break. And then the real disaster will come.

"Because of that, we will succeed. He is concerned. For you. For rebellion. For a country. He will not have full attention."

I said nothing on these words. My eyes observed my friend. My lost friend, a lost friend.

I don't know why are they decided that. Why are they trying this now? And why are they so sure this will work?

I don't know and I'm afraid I can't know. Because I'm torn on two sides. No one can completely trust me. And they never will. I'm just a girl who can resist Prince's powers, after all.

Not someone important. Just a puppet for showing.

"Unus pro omnibus et omnes pro uno" One for all, all for one.