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I winced as I felt a shooting pain in my head. It shot down my spine and made my entire body jolt. It was only then that I noticed that my ability to move was restricted by a cool metal binding my wrists.

My eyes shot open and I stared into nothingness. The space was dark and I couldn't make anything out at all. Where am I? Minutes ago, I remembered myself at the palace and now I was...here.

I tried to pull off the cuff around my wrists but I groaned as it got tighter around me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a deep male voice said. "The more you struggle, the more it'll hurt you."

"Unchain me," I snapped.

"Mmm no, I don't think I will just yet," he said with a small laugh.

"Are you hiding purposely?" I asked dryly. "If you're going to kidnap me, at least have the balls to show me who you are."

He laughed again and I furrowed my eyes as I felt the scraping of a chair nearing me. I tried to search in the darkness as I heard it being placed in front of me, but I still saw nothing. He let out a sigh as he, I could only assume, sat down in the chair I was facing.

"Are you scared?" I questioned with a bitter laugh. "I'm sure you know once I get out of these I'll kill you."

"I don't think my mother would appreciate that," he said.

"I don't give a fuck about your mother," I snapped.

"You just want me to kill you, don't you?" He asked with a sigh. I ignored his question and I heard him laugh once again. "Did you seriously ask me if I was scared?"

"What other reason would there be for you to not show yourself?"

"I prefer the dark," he answered. "But...I'll make an exception for you."

I heard him pull on the string of a lamp and light flooded the room. I blinked to adjust to the brightness and I looked around the area. It was an empty room and every wall was completely black. I wasn't even sure they were even walls. They looked like they could go on forever, but at the same time, I was definitely on some sort of surface.

My eyes landed back on the man who seemed responsible for my being here and he crossed his arms as he gave me a dark Cheshire smile. I studied his features but I couldn't place him as anyone I knew.

He was wearing an all-black suit and his black hair was gelled back. He looked neat and put together and it somehow completely contrasted the chilling craziness in his black eyes.

I held back the frown trying to etch its way onto my face when I noticed that there was no white in his eyes. It was completely black and unsettling. I'd seen something similar with demons but it wasn't like this. They could usually only keep it that way for a few seconds.

"I forgot that you hadn't seen my eyes this way yet," he said.

"What do you mean yet?"

"Am I that unrecognizable?" He questioned with a raised brow.

"I don't know who the fuck you are and I don't care to be honest with you," I admitted.

"Wow," he laughed as he held a hand over his chest. "That's kind of rude, don't you think?"

"Isn't it also rude to kidnap someone? I don't need a lesson in manners from you."

He pursed his lips and nodded slowly. "Fair enough. Can I get you something to drink?"

"No."

"I'll get you some water," he said as he snapped his fingers for someone to come. "I brought you here because I'm in a bit of a bind at the moment."

I turned as I heard footsteps and my eyes widened as I saw Mary walking towards us with a tray of water. My head snapped back to the man whose eyes were on me and my mouth dropped.

"Yes," he said slowly. "I am who you think I am. Now, may I introduce myself properly or do you still not give a...'bad word'?"

"Go ahead," I said in shock.

"Nice to meet you, father," he said. "My name is Saint SinClaire."

"Wha—...how? Why?" I muttered. "What am I doing here?"

"Well," he started as he picked up the glasses from the tray. He held out a glass for me but I gave him a questioning look since my arms were still bound together. He raised a brow to challenge my thought process and I slowly moved my hands.

There was no longer anything on my wrists and I picked up the glass of water as my mind raced. How did he do that?

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," he said.

"I just asked them."

"Oh right!" He said excitedly. "You're here because I don't know whether to kill you or not. I'm not developed enough to be thinking this hard."

"I don't understand."

"Well, I don't know much yet," he said slowly. "But I do know that I will hurt anybody that hurts you or my mother."

"Why do you kill people that hurt her?" I asked. "Not that anyone should hurt her, but I'm curious."

"Isn't that what love is?" He asked, his voice filled with intrigue as he moved forward in his seat. "You eliminate the threats to the people you love, don't you?"

"There's a difference between eliminating threats, and killing people they love," I said. "Queen and I are not on the best of terms right now, but you'll hurt her if you kill me just as you'll hurt me if you kill her."

"Wow!" He said in surprise as he beamed at me. "What a relief. My logic was leading me to kill the both of you for hurting one another...but that didn't quite make sense."

"Uh-huh..."

"Okay okay," he said as he sat back. "So now what?"

"You're the one that brought me here," I shrugged.

"Sure," he nodded. "But I should punish you somehow, right? You did hurt her after all."

"How do you know about that?" I asked seriously. I didn't care how he hurt me considering I more than deserved it. I just wanted to ask him questions since I'd probably never get the opportunity again.

"I see visions when the people I love get upset," he said. "I don't know what exactly happened, but I saw you and her crying...and I know it was because of something the both of you did."

"Not that it's relevant at the moment, but tears are not always ones of despair..."

"Well duh, I might be young but I'm not an idiot."

"Is she okay?" I whispered.

"Mom?"

"Well, yes," I said with a shrug.

"No, she's not. She's still very sad, but she will be okay."

"How do you know?" I asked. "Can you see the future?"

"No," he said unsurely. "Isn't that what people say though? That they'll be okay?"

"I guess so."

He scratched his head before looking around in confusion and then back to me. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't?"

"Just like that?"

"Is it supposed to be more complex?" I asked.

"You're the adult here," he shrugged.

"Hmm. Can I ask you a question?"

He gasped and nodded quickly as he adjusted his position on the chair. "Yes! I love those!"

"Right..." I nodded slowly. "Are you a grown man in a child's body? Is that what this is?"

"No," he shook his head. "I was only born a few months ago but my mind is moving faster. As for my body, it's just that I can make myself appear older since this is my own dimension. It's similar to what my sister did except she hadn't learned to make her own."

"Your sister?"

"Xavia," he said with a bright smile. "I love her! Kind of annoying though, but I guess that's not something I can truly fix unless I kill her."

"Wait..." I shook my head slowly and closed my eyes before looking back at him. "You met her?"

"Yes, I did," he said.

"When?"

"Maybe a month ago," he said. "The woman who gave birth to me...she was kind of a lunatic. She didn't feed me and she dropped me a lot so I made her insane sort of. I was sleeping one night and Xavia came into my head. She showed me the palace and she instructed me to show visions of it to the woman."

My mind was going blank at his story, but I stayed quiet and let him finish. "The lady eventually got tired of the visions after a few weeks and she broke out. She left me with Queen and I was confused as to why until I saw visions of Xavia while she was crying. That's when I knew she was my mother."

"That's when you knew..." he started. "Wait, Xavia told you she was your sister?"

"Yes."

"Before you met us?"

"Yes," he nodded quickly.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," he whispered sadly. "I only spent time with her for a day in my dream. I didn't see her again after."

"How did she..." As if my mind wasn't confused enough with Saint's appearance, I had to come to grips with the fact that he was here because Xavia led him to us.

"Don't question it," he laughed. "Just go with it."

"Okay," I whispered. "Umm...since you are...the way that you are...do we need to still pick you up and stuff?"

"If I cry, pick me up," he said seriously. "I may be smarter than the average child, but I still need love. The woman who gave birth to me didn't touch me at all."

"Why do you call her that instead of your mother?"

"Because Queen is my mother," he said. "She's cared for me more in a few days than that woman had in months."

"So would you like to stay with Queen?" I questioned. "She did take you after all."

"No," he said. "I adore her, but I'd like to stay with you sometimes as well. It was perfect when you were together and I could see you both."

"It was," I sighed.

"It'll go back to that someday, right?"

"I hope so," I said lowly. "But I don't know. She seems done and I don't blame her."

"Shall I speak with her?"

"No," I said. "I think you creep her out."

He let out a hearty laugh and I shook my head in amusement at his reaction. "I think I do as well. It's very entertaining."

"Right," I muttered. "Scare her as much as you'd like, but I'd rather you not speak to her about coming back to me."

"Why?"

"If she ever comes back, I want her to do it on her own after she's had time to think. I messed up badly."

"I understand," he said slowly. "Actually no...I don't understand it at all, but it seemed like the right thing to say. You have to remember that I'm not as smart as I seem."

"Just try not to mention her coming home."

"Okay."

"Well," I said. "Can I leave now?"

"Oh yes, you may!" He permitted. "But first, I have a request."

"What?"

"I don't think it's fair that you all can eat regular food in front of me while I eat those nasty mushy things in a jar."

I laughed softly as I thought about the baby food we fed him and I shook my head. That would explain the way his small face scrunched up whenever we brought it out.

"So you want us to stop eating in front of you?"

"No, not at all. I just want to try it. It wouldn't kill you all to give me a tiny bit. You don't have to worry about me choking on it. I can't die."

"Noted," I said. Saint suddenly began gagging and I looked at him in worry. "What's going on?"

"Please!" He groaned as a look of disgust passed his features. "Please tell her I hate peas!"

"Peas are good for you," I teased.

"Not throwing up is good for me as well," he retched. He weakly focused his dark eyes onto me and waved me away. "Just leave me here to die."

"You just said you couldn't die."

"I might want to if I have to keep eating this," he said as he held a hand over his stomach. I laughed and he gave me a disgusted look before frowning. "You should go."

"Take care of her?" I asked.

"Excuse me? I'm the baby here!"

"You know what I mean," I said seriously.

"Ohhh! Yes okay, I'll kill whoever she tries to replace you with."

"Umm, I know that's bad...but I'm not going to argue with it."

"I'll kill anyone you try to replace her with as well," he mumbled.

"I wouldn't replace her."

"Good," he said. "Goodbye, father. Please remember the peas...and add carrots to that as well. They're a deadly combination in my stomach."

"I'll remember," I said as I tried not to laugh. "Bye, Saint."

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Author's Note
Ayo?🤔

Lmaoo what do y'all think of Saint?👀 What about what he said about Xavia?
Lmk your thoughts ✨