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Roxanne felt as though her heart might beat out of her chest, fear seeping into her blood. “The fighting… They… My house…” The girl moved her eyes up to him as her hands clung to his shirt. “They burnt it down. It’s war, it’s not safe. I don’t know what to do. I’m afraid, we were supposed to be at peace.”

“Come and stay with me,” he said in a rush, eyes still frantically searching her eyes for something, a sign that she knew what he had just said. “Bring your father to my home -- I’ve been graced with a small cottage; it’s not much, but it’s--.. safer. Close the castle and all.”

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“Whoa---.. whoa. What’s wrong? Breathe,” Parker looked over her frantically, worried, looking for any sign of injury. “Is everything okay?”

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Roxanne scrunched up her nose at him as she noticed his staring. “Why’re you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face already?” A gentle laugh danced off her tongue as she plucked some bread from the basket. “Thank you.”

He shook his head with a smile. “No, no----.. your face is as perfect as ever.” He looked at her with a shrug before picking some fruit from the basket and taking a bite.

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She stared for a moment before going to sit across from him. The grin stayed as she closed her eyes to take in the cool breeze as it danced through her hair. “I love days like this.” Her eyes opened so that she could look to him. “I haven’t had decent fruit in ages. It looks ripe and wonderful. You really outdid yourself, Parker.”

He watched her move, how graceful and at ease she seemed in this moment cause elation to run through his veins. “As do I..” he murmured, mesmerised by her. “Eh, I try,” he smirked, offering the basket towards her first.

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“I can’t believe you did this for me. That’s so thoughtful, thank you.” Her smile turned softer and more genuine as she spoke. Men had tried to win her over with money and words but there was never anything else. His kind gesture caused her heart to beat a little faster. 

“It’s quite alright,” he let go of her hand, and proceeded to take a seat. “Come and join me,” he said, reaching into small basket he had acquired from the castle’s kitchens; filled with fruits and two small loaves of bread.

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She took his hand, following him outside to the picnic he had set for her. Once she saw it there was a tightness that consumed her chest. Something burned at the back of her eyes, perhaps tears, perhaps happiness, probably both. “You did this… For me?” Roxanne looked to him and placed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, it’s perfect.”

He looked at her, glad to see the emotion crack through her shield. The kiss surprised him, a gentle smile waving over his face. “I did---...” he shrugged. “I’m glad you like it.”

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A laugh pressed from her while she nodded. “Sounds like a plan. I just need to get out, I bet I’ll feel better after I do.”

“Alright,” he said, reaching for her hand now - leading her out of the castle and towards the clearing he had found earlier. “I have something planned for you.” His eyes soon fell on the setup he had arranged earlier in the day, it wasn’t anything special - but he had planned to take her somewhere, and now seemed great, instead of hours later like he had planned. “Um, I hope you like it.”

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Roxanne’s brows knotted a bit before untangling. “Sure, where would we go?” A bit of confusion hinted with wonder twinkled from her eyes as she looked to him with her head slightly tilted.

“Anywhere but this castle,” he said, smiling. “How’s that sound?”

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“I know, I need to just not think about it but it just agitated me.” Her head shook while her arms dropped to her side. Something didn’t fit right with Jack, there was something about him. “Honestly, I just came to see you…” The girl’s eyes met his while her lungs released a heavy breath.

He wanted to reach forward and take her hand, but at this point he felt awkward. She had come to see him, no official business intended, and he was rather surprised. “Do you want to get out of here?”

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“It was horrible, genuinely horrible. I was just picking up my father for the evening and I suppose a fight had broken out. Someone shoved me out of the way which I believe knocked me unconscious, must have hit something. I woke up to Jack and my father being pulled away my guards. Then we had to go into the dungeon to get him. And I don’t even want to tell you what I had to do to get us in there. Then after I put father to sleep be took me to the Outlands. Even though he claims to have pure inventions I don’t believe it. I’ve never been this angry before in my life, at anyone, he infuriates me.” Roxanne’s breath intensified, as if her anger could release itself this way. Jack was one of the only people she’d ever met that made her this way. “I think I’m fine. Just a few bruises, really.” The girl gave him a reassuring nod before she spoke again. She wanted to make sure he knew she was alright, there was no need in worrying. “He sure seems to think quite highly of himself, special or not.”

He didn’t speak in reply, just stood there; holding her, dumbfounded. Parker only waited a few moments then spoke again -- “He’s an idiot, don’t worry about him,” he reluctantly let go of her. “Where were you heading anyway? I mean -- right now, why’d you come to the castle?”

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“I know, I know… It’s a long story…” Her eyes clasped shut as she tried to erase the imagery from her mind. These were things she wanted to disappear, problems she didn’t want to have. “I’m alright, honest. Just a few bruises from when the guards took my father away.” Roxanne cracked open her eyes to look up at Parker. “His name’s Jack, he thinks he’s such a big deal. He practically rubs it in my face.”

“I’ve got all the time in the world to listen,” he rubbed smooth, soothing circles into her back. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He couldn’t help but ask, worry still riddling him over whoever this boy was - he wasn’t being protective but he was certainly being something over her that he wasn’t used to. “He must not be anything special if I’ve not heard his name before.”

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“I don’t know…” She exhaled heavily before the words seemed to fall out. “My father got sent to prison and this guy helped me get him out. But this guy is constantly around, getting me out of situations I get stuck in. I don’t understand. He’s harsh and rude and he still comes back as if everything is fine. Then he takes me to the Outlands just to get me back for, I suppose what he thinks to be a lack of appreciation. And all I wanted was to help them.”

“He did what?” Parker furrowed his brow, looking at her, up and down - all over, making sure she was okay. “Are you okay? Who is he?” A million questions riddled his mind, but he just pulled her back into his arms, not caring for answers at the moment.

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Roxanne exhaled a sigh before walking over to him and burying her face into his chest. “It’s just been a really rough week, I needed a friend.”

“Hey---.. okay, do you want to talk about it?” His concern rising in his voice as she held her closer.

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“No, I was just supposed to meet father here so he could take me to lunch after he finished he business with the king. Thank you though.”

“That sounds lovely --- enjoy your lunch.” Parker smiled politely. “And it’s fine - just making sure you weren’t in any trouble.”

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Parker turned with a shiver as the breeze blew in behind the castle’s newest arrival. “Can I help you?”

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“You can’t be serious about this…” The girl said as she looked to the person beside her. “This doesn’t seem like a very good idea.”

“I most certainly am,” quirking his eyebrows, Parker flashed her a smile. “We’re going and you can’t say no.”