Queen

Thoughts of my night with Syn plagued me all morning as I tried to tie up loose ends at work. I created a file and notes for Syn for when he took over and I left notes in random places in the office. I wanted him to know that even though I'd be gone, I would always love him. We didn't directly say it, but he and I weren't exclusive any longer.

I didn't plan on dating or seeing anyone else, but I wasn't sure about him. If he did, I hoped he'd at least wait a while. Him giving me the necklace to block the bind told me enough about what he thought I'd be doing when it came to my romantic life. It was thoughtful, but it made things feel more real.

"Okay Saint, let's go," I said as I took him out of his car seat. He giggled as I carried him and the guards nodded in my direction as I stepped into the cool palace. I felt a dull ache inside me as I looked around at my home for the past few years and I sighed as I walked towards the stairs.

Another few footsteps coming out of a room, made me stop in my tracks and awkwardness hit the room like a track. "Queen," Cleo said with a sad smile. "You're back?"

"Umm no," I said with a small smile. "I'm actually leaving."

"Leaving where?" Caspian asked. "Is everything okay?"

I nodded uncomfortably and my eyes looked around and when they landed on Xavier, he took a step forward. "Queen, I'm so so-"

"Don't worry about it," I dismissed him. I didn't feel like listening to his apology. As far as I was concerned, Xavier and I were completely done being friends. This wasn't his first time not trusting me and there wouldn't be a third time.
I could see the hurt in his eyes but I sensed that we had an understanding between the both of us.

"We're sorry," Cleo spoke up. "I know we seriously fucked up and I'm beyond sorry that I wasn't a better friend. I should've trusted you, Queen."

My eyes landed on her pregnant belly and I smiled slightly before pointing at it. "Do you know the gender?"

"Umm," she said in confusion as I had changed the subject. It quickly faded away as she noticed my intrigue and she smiled. "We're having twins, a boy, and a girl."

"Oop?" I asked with a raised brow as I looked to Caspian. "You know what this means."

"Are you serious, Queen?" He groaned with a large smile. "I was drunk."

"A promise is a promise," I said.

"What's going on?" Xavier asked hesitantly.

"A year or so ago, Queen and I went out for drinks. We played poker and I lost all the money I had on me. She made me put up the name of my first daughter as a bet. I was drunk and I didn't think I'd be having kids, so I agreed. I lost the bet so..."

"So Queen chooses the name of our daughter?" Xavier asked him.

"I won't do it if you guys don't want me to," I shrugged.

They all looked at one another and Saint and I watched them curiously. After a few moments, Xavier looked at me and smiled. "We'd be honored."

I'd thought of a name even before this conversation, so I already knew. I just didn't want to be a weirdo and say it quickly. I pursed my lips and pretended to think as I looked at the ceiling and after a few moments, I looked down at them and smiled. I wasn't sure if my relationship with the three of them would ever return to how it was before, or if I'd even forgive them. But I refused to leave on bad terms. Especially if there was a chance that this was the last time I may see them.

"Phoenix," I said. "That's what I want her name to be."

"Not bad," Cas nodded with a small smile.

"I love it," Cleo said cheerfully.

"Tell them about me," I said as I nodded my head and began to walk away.

"Will you ever come back?" Xavier asked from behind me.

"Maybe," I shrugged as I looked over my shoulder. "Maybe not. I wish you all the best regardless." I quickly walked up the rest of the stairs before any of them could say anything else and made my way to my father's room. Considering he didn't have a phone still, I hadn't talked to him since I left.

I knocked on his door and after a few moments, he opened it with a bright smile. He pulled Saint and me into his arms and kissed me on top of my head. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," I admitted. He pulled the both of us into his room and closed the door and I took a seat on the couch with Saint. As soon as my father sat beside me, Saint reached his arms out for him and I smiled.

"Hey little buddy," he said as he picked him up. "I hope you've been nice to my daughter."

"Yes," Saint growled.

"Good evil baby," he said as he laid Saint against his chest. When Saint snuggled up against him, he shifted on the couch to face me and raised a brow at me. "Anything you would like to tell me?"

"Like what?"

"Like what happened between you and Syn, that you're going to be leaving the palace or that you've been staying with your brother...the list goes on Queen."

"How do you know about all of that?" I asked in shock.

"Well, unlike my daughter...Syn speaks to me," he shrugged.

"He told you everything?"

"What's everything?" He raised a brow.

"About what he did..."

"Him hurting you?" He asked.

"Yes."

"He told me everything a couple of days ago," he sighed. "Some details I'd rather not have known, but I'm aware of everything that's happened."

"Oh."

"He's Syn SinClaire, you didn't think God alone gave him that epiphany did you?"

"What did you do?" I said with a grimace.

"I yelled at him for a few hours and almost killed him a few times," he said with a sigh. "After a few punches, I let him go and we had a couple of heart-to-hearts."

"I see," I said nervously, not knowing what to say. If it were up to me, I wouldn't have even told my dad. It felt strange to involve him in something like this, but I did feel better that he knew.

"Where will you be going?" He asked as he pat Saint's back.

"Earth definitely," I laughed. "I want to go to Paris or Italy."

"Alone?"

"Well, I asked Cain if he wants to come and he said he'd check with his girlfriend. If she comes as well then I think they'll travel with me," I said.

"And Abel?"

"I was planning on asking him tonight," I said. "He'll probably say no though, he's a workaholic."

"Sounds like him," he said with a small smile. "Try your best. He needs some fun in his life."

"And how about you?" I countered. "You're in here all the time."

"And in here, I am content. There's a television and food is brought to me when I ask for it. What more fun do I need?"

"Seriously dad?" I muttered. "Why don't you come with me?"

"I can't," he winced.

"Why?"

"I need to stay with Syn," he said. "Make sure he doesn't completely lose his shit, you know? I'd rather be here with him if Heaven were to attack."

My heart warmed at the fact that he was still so protective over Syn after everything and I nodded in understanding. "I get it, but please also go out...get a girlfriend...or a boyfriend, I don't know."

"No thank you, to the both of those," he said.

"Speaking of girlfriends, though," I said. "You are aware that Lilith is locked up in Hell, right? Have you seen her?"

"Nope," he said with a groan. "I've been delaying it. Syn has mentioned it as well. I just don't know what to say to her after everything she's done. I'm afraid I'll kill her if I see her."

"That's fine," I shrugged. He raised a brow at me and I raised my arms in defense. "Just saying. I would have no issue with that. I only have one question."

"What is your question, child?" He said dryly.

I laughed softly before sitting up and I turned to him. "Do you still love her?"

He grimaced and looked up at the ceiling and I curiously awaited his response. After a few moments, he looked back at me and gave me a large grin. "I love you more."

"That's not what I asked."

"It's the answer I'm giving," he said. "It's not possible to love Lilith while loving another person, she wouldn't allow it. Not even if it's her own daughter."

"What does that mean?"

"I'll tell you everything one day," he said with a sad smile.

"Okay," I nodded. I sat up and looked around sadly before sighing. "I need to go get my things and get out of here."

"When are you leaving for your flight?"

"Tomorrow night," I answered excitedly.

"Have a good time, don't get pregnant, call me at least once a week, take care of your brothers if they go, use sun—"

"Dad," I stopped him. "I'm an adult. Have a little faith."

"You're my child," he said. "No matter how much faith I have in you, I'll always make sure you're ready for anything."

"Aww, that's so sweet," I said happily. "Okay hugs, I need to go. I'll leave my number for you with one of the servants. Please get a phone, I know you're old but it won't kill you to have one."

"I'll get one damn," he groaned as he held out an arm for me. I leaned into his hug, and when I was face to face with Saint, I kissed him on the nose and he giggled before gently grabbing my finger.

I smiled at his tiny hand and kiss it softly. "We already said our goodbyes, but in two weeks Uncle Cain will get you from Syn and bring you to me, okay? I'll see you soon. Be a good boy please."

He gave me a serious look as if understanding my words and I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before give my father one on this head as well. He quickly swatted me away playfully and I laughed as I left the room.

I quickly took the stairs to the level where Syn and I stayed and smiled softly as memories of us flashed through my mind. Just as I would never forget them, I hoped he wouldn't as well.

I walked into my bedroom and moved to look for my belongings, but found nothing at all. My drawers with few clothes I had left here, we're completely empty. It was like I was completely wiped out of the room and I frowned as I walked to the door. I opened it and looked at the guards to question them about what happened.

"What happened to all my things?"

"The king demanded that we burn them all," he said.

What the fuck?

I just decided I was leaving last night. When did he have the time to do all of this?! Why would he even burn my things when I wasn't even gone? I thought he and I were on good terms after yesterday, but maybe I was wrong.

Whatever he was thinking, two could play at this game. I angrily marched to his bedroom and grabbed as many of his things as I could. I didn't stop until his room was as bare as mine and there was a pile of his clothes and shoes in the middle of the floor. "If you want to be a petty motherfucker," I huffed as I threw his ties into the pile.

When I was satisfied with all of the things in the small pile, I took my sunglasses out of my purse and put them on. I was about to set the pile on fire when a knock at the door disrupted me. With a sigh, I quickly walked to the door and opened it. I was met with a young servant that slightly bowed before she handed me a small box. "This was delivered to the front gates for the King."

"I'll pass it to him," I said sneakily. She smiled as she passed it to me, and after thanking her, I closed the door and looked at the box. I shook it a tiny bit and looked at it curiously. It was in the shape of a rectangle, but there was something in it that occupied the entire space.

I almost added it to the pile, but immediately froze when I saw James's name on the bottom of it. As pissed as I was at Syn for burning my belongings, Syn needed this. He'd been so distraught about the situation with James, whatever this was, may cheer him up.

I gently set the box down on the table and scurried back to the pile. I muttered a chant and with a swift movement of my hand, the pile went up in flames. I watched it with a small smile through my sunglasses, content with the fact that we were even. After a few moments, of feeling like a bad bitch, I flipped my hair over my shoulder and strutted to the door as if I had an audience. I did a little spin before I opened the door, but somebody opened it from the other side and it hit me in the face.

"Fuck," I winced loudly as I laid a hand over my face.

"Are you okay?" My eyes widened as I recognize Syn's voice and I covered the part of my face visible to him and mouthed "shit". "Queen, are you alright? What are you—"

I peeked at him when he abruptly stopped talking and found him looking at the pile of his things burning in the middle of his room. He opened his mouth to say something, but he immediately closed it and gave me a strange look. "Is your face okay?"

"My face is fine," I snapped. Oh, how I wished I wasn't wearing this bind-blocking necklace.

"May I see it?" He questioned as he stepped towards me. "I didn't think anyone was in my room, I'm sorry."

"It's whatever, now if you'll exc—"

"You're bleeding," he muttered.

"Wha—"

"You're bleeding on my floor, Queen," he said.

"Oh, fuck your floor!" I seethed. "I'm dying and you care about your floor?!"

"You're not dying," he muttered as he tilted my chin up. "Your nose is healed. There's just a little bit of blood. Come on." He ushered me into his restroom and grabbed a small towel. He quickly ran it through the water from the faucet and made me lower my hand as he cleaned my face.

When he was done, he took the towel out of the restroom and I looked at my spotless face in the mirror as I washed my hands. I didn't notice how long I had been washing them until Syn walked in and eyed me like I was a crazy person.

"Stop," I whined. "My nose doesn't look right now." I wiggled it as I looked into the mirror, and something felt off. Syn continued staring at me oddly and I rolled my eyes before wiping my hands. "My nose is crooked, dude."

"It's not," he muttered with his arms crossed. "It looks the same as it did before."

"Are you sure?" I asked as I glanced at the mirror.

"Positive. I'm well aware of what your nose looks like."

"Okay," I nodded as I looked back at him. "I swear if an article comes out saying that my nose is crooked, I'm suing."

"You wouldn't win that lawsuit," he said. "You were the one trespassing."

"How was I trespassing?"

"This is my room," he reminded me. "Not to mentioned you burned everything I had in here."

"You burned my stuff too," I argued. "I thought we left off on good terms this morning and I come back to see all my shit gone, Syn. Do you want me gone that badly?"

"I burned your things weeks ago," he sighed. "Before I found out you weren't cheating. I know it's not an excuse, but that's what happened."

Queen, you dumbass!

"Oh," I started as guilt began to fill me. "Well, you shouldn't have burned my things."

"I know, I'm sorry."

I was surprised at how quickly he apologized and I crossed my arms and nodded slowly as I eye him. "I'm sorry too."

He nodded and turned towards the door and I followed him out into the room. The flames were still concentrated on the one pile in the room, and I winced as I looked at it. "I'm really so—"

"No worries," he said. He seemed a lot more closed off from this morning and I wanted to ask why, but I wasn't sure if it was my place to anymore.

"Well, bye Syn," I said as he had his back to me.

"Goodbye."

Is that it?

When he made no moves to face me or to say anything else, I nodded and turned on my heel to leave. It hurt that he was being so emotionless right now, but what did I truly expect?

I made it halfway to the door with tears stinging my eyes, when I felt his hand grab my arm and turn me around to face him. His arms immediately wrapped around me, and I exhaled in relief as I wrapped my arms around him. His scent that I had grown to associate with comfort and home, filled my senses and a tear fell down my cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought that would make this hurt less." I nodded against his chest and he remained in that position for what felt like an eternity. We didn't exchange any words, just held one another and let our silent goodbyes float into the air.

After a while, he pulled away and I looked up into his green eyes that I had fallen in love with more and more whenever I looked at them. I swallowed a sob threatening to come out as I noticed his watery eyes, but he quickly turned away from me so I couldn't see.

"Go, Princess," he said quietly. "I don't think I'm strong enough to watch you leave."

I shut my eyes tightly as I turned towards the door once again, and this time, each step felt like I was being torn apart. He was right about it hurting less when he acted like he didn't care. It was painful, but it didn't feel like this.

I took a deep breath and pushed through the pain as I walked out of his room, and out of his life for who knows how long.

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Author's Note

Ouch😭
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