The Truth

(From Blue's Perspective)

I knocked on the door, panting crazily. My body was weak. But I could not slow down at all. I knew I had to come here. I needed to talk to him. I needed to know, not just one thing, but plenty of things. I had questions that required answers. 

Because perhaps I knew why Demetrius wanted me at first and why he did not remember it now. 

"You are here earlier than I expected," he smiled, opening the door. 

"King Ford," I said, trying to catch my breath. "You opened the door yourself. Were you expecting me?"

"Who knows?" he chuckled and helped me stand. Because of the running, my already weak body was weaker. And because I was wearing a dress, it was even harder to run. 

He led me to a nearby room. No one else was there. It was better this way. I wanted to talk to him in private as well. 

"You..."