"I can’t believe you’re going with her!" Wyatt exclaims, following me into my common room.

I turn sharply to him. "Now where do you get off talking to me like that?"

He shrinks down.

"I am your prince. You are beneath me. We are not friends and we never will be, so stop acting like we are. And remember, I’m the only reason you are not dead. If I wanted to, I could expose you for being a rebel and have your head chopped off."

He bows down, "Yes, Your Highness."

I watch his for a moment before I roll my eyes. "Get up, Wyatt."

He stands up straighter, still looking down at the ground.

"Look at me."

He looks up at me with teary eyes.

I roll my eyes again. "Oh my, Pyron," I mutter. "Are you crying?"

He sniffs. "No," he shakes my head.

"Wyatt, do not lie to me."

He sniffs again. "I just thought we would have gotten closer now that you’re in love with Clem-"

"I am not in love with Clementine."

"Really?" He raises an eyebrow. "You call her sweetheart-"

"Ironically."

"You helped the rebelllion-"

"Because I believe that my father is wrong."

"You set her free from the dungeons _which is basically treason-_"

"Would you shut up?"

"And now you’re escaping your kingdom to go find her when you have no idea where she is-"

"_Wyatt._"

"Sorry," he mutters.

"I’m not in love with her. I just- I just care for her, okay?"

"That’s what I said before I fell in love with my Naja," he says dreamily.

"She doesn’t like you."

"I know," he sinks, sighing. "She’s in love with that big muscly guy.."

"You are pathetic."

He looks up and glares at me. "Hey!"

"I’m going to find Clem." I open my wardrobe and take out some comfortable clothes.

"Make sure you don’t get caught and die."

"I’ll try my best," I reply dryly.