Nick felt goosebumps all over when he saw the counselor leave the Queen's room. Why did she stare at him like that. 'Great, more people want me dead than I thought.' They were even discussing his death in front of him! And when the counselor stared at him, he saw that she had something sinister planned for him. He felt his body become numb under the fear of death.
He was to go back to the Queen's room. He would have ran off had the guards not pointed the laser gun at his head.
Back inside, he saw the Queen sitting on the bed, consumed in deep thought. She immediately looked up, eyeing his every move. Then she smiled. She patted her bed where she motioned for him to sit. Nick didn't budge. He wasn't ready to die, not yet.
Impatiently, she gave an annoyed look. Still Nick remained motionless. In one quick sweeping motion, she dodged out, grabbed him by the arms and threw him on the bed. "Don't try my patience, boy, because I don't have any."
Nick just stared incredulously.
He was still silent. Come to think of it, the Queen couldn't remember when was the last time he spoke to her. She intended this to be a more proper meeting. She finally smiled sweetly and said, "My name is Feya."
Nick raised his eyebrows, this time questioning and suspicious.
"Don't tell me you're dumb," the Queen continued. The Queen looked into Nick's dazing eyes. 'What is he thinking now?' she thought curiously.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"Am I gonna die?" Nick blurted out.
"NO!" The Queen stared at the ceiling thoughtfully. Nick thought it was amusing. "You're thinking," she began, "about how my eyes are a nice shade of lavender," she said, trying to bring his attention to her face. Nick suddenly looked at her eyes as her words struck him. "Beware of the one with lavender eyes," the Soothsayer had warned him. He gazed at the Queen's eyes, half intrigued by her beauty, half fearful of the truth behind the Soothsayer's words.
The Queen was not shy either. She too stared at Nick's face, engrossed. The room became eerily silent until Nick slowly moved his face away, but the Queen boldly grabbed his hand and held it in hers. Then she brushed his hands against her cheek.
Nick had the urge to pull his hand back. He didn't like the way she presumptuously grabbed his hand. However, he remembered why he was here and didn't resist.
The Queen felt him jerk a little. 'Discomfort?' she thought to herself. The more he resisted, the more intrigued she became. She thought he would have been flattered by her attention, but instead, she felt in him a reluctance. She felt the anger at his impulsiveness and unwillingness as well as an intense desire to force him to succumb to her power. But not yet, she thought wickedly. She would play with him until he gave up his childish game. She would make him surrender to her his heart AND soul.