When we made it to the city, we were immediately led to the dining room. Jack served Langwidere her drink while I watched from the shadows. Neither of us were allowed to eat with them, not that I cared in the least. As they all laughed and talked, I watched the Wizard of Oz intently. Something about him seemed so familiar somehow. Almost like I'd known him a long time ago.

That, of course, was absurd. I'd never been to Oz before in my life so there's no possible way I could've met him. Still...something about him felt... I shook it off. It didn't matter. It was just a feeling.

The rest of the night went well except for the time that Jack broke a glass. I had shot him a look of sympathy as Langwidere laughed mockingly at him. Soon, dinner was over and we all headed to bed. Jack and I stayed in the same room as we were only servants and according to Langwidere "undeserving of having your own separate rooms". We weren't particulary fond of the idea but bit back our comments of frustration and walked into the room we were to share. A single king-sized bed stood against the wall.

Sighing, I glanced over at Jack.

"I'll take the floor," I told him, going to grab a blanket from the closet.

He shook his head 'no' and simply gestured for me to take the bed.

"No, Jack, you take it. I'm fine with sleeping on the flloor," I insisted.

He just shook his head once more in response and repeated the gesture. I sighed again and threw my hands up in the air.

"You know, this would go a whole lot easier if you'd just talk to me!" I raised my voice.

His gray eyes were hard as he glared back at me before walking over to the bed and pulling down the comforter. He lied down and with his flesh hand, draped it back over him, patting the empty sheets beside him. I arched an eyebrow at him.

"Fine. Have it your way." I sighed, making my way over to the bed.

I climbed in beside him and flipped over onto my side, my back facing him. I slid the comforter up over my shoulders and puleld it close to my body. Nervous butterflies flew around in my stomach at being so close to him. I could practically feel the warmth radiating off of his body. I tried to ignore it. I really did.

But all I could think about was our closeness and the memory of waking up on his chest in the forest so long ago now. I bit my lip in thought. It was the first time I'd ever truly let someone in. I nestled my head deeper into my soft satin pillow then as the quiet breathing of Jack behind me filled my ears. He had fallen asleep already.

"Goodnight, my California King..." I whispered into the wind as the lyrics of that old Rihanna song entered my head.

"In this California King Bed, we're ten thousand miles apart...."

I sighed deeply and soon, sleep overtook me as well.