Not Like Others

Nine stared outside the dark window of the car she was in, her body rested on the door. Elizabeth Byron sat on the same seat, thought she was also at the farthest end, her eyes scrolling through the tablet in her hand.

The air in the car was cold, but not as cold as Nine was feeling. Before they got into it, the Queen had pulled her to a corner and said with a snarl, "I saw what you did on the table, and you must think that you're smart, acting all shy and naive, but I will not fall for your trap. If you know what's good for you, and the thing growing inside you, you will stay away from both of my sons, or else,"

Of course, she had not completed the threat but Nine had understood. It wasn't like she had expected anyone to accept her with open arms, but the hostility wasn't expected either. Was this how she was going to have to keep living?

Worried about her self forever?

The Queen's head suddenly snapped up from the tablet as she looked through the windshield. "What are they doing the