This Is War(2 person)

I felt uneasy here, out of place. I didn't know how my parents did it.

I had one hand lightly on the railing, walking up the stairs to the next floor.

I followed silently, trying not to touch anything.

I walked for a few more minutes, coming to a room I knew was vacant.

I continued following behind her until she stopped in front of a room. I stopped also, keeping silent.

"You'll be staying in here." I opened the door. "My room is down the end of the hall if you ever need to find me near night time."

I nodded. "Thank you," I said, once again.

I nodded slightly, leaving to let him get comfortable.

I walked into the room, putting the small leather bag of personal items on the edge of the nicely kept bed. The room was very golden, it felt powerful. I sat on the edge of the bed. Then, a moment later, I went to the bowl of water sitting on the small table in front of a mirror. I splashed a bit on my face and sighed.

I walked down the hall to my room, deciding to clean up a little before dinner.

I decided to lie on the bed for a few moments before dinner started, but ended up falling asleep in the feathery pillows. The scent reminded me of my mom, and I drifted right into a dream.

A servant knocked on my door to tell me it was time for dinner. I had fixed my hair so it was now down with part of it up. I walked out of the room and knocked on Alex's door to tell him it was tiime for dinner.

I awoke with a start. I quickly rushed my fingers through my hair and then opened the door, briefly noticing how beautiful she looked this evening, but brushing it off.

I forced another smile. "Dinner is being served in a few minutes," I told him, getting my first good look at him.

I nodded, "Alright. Thank you," I said, giving her a half smile back.

"Shall we go then?" I asked, turning slightly to go.

"Of course," I replied, following closely behind.

I nodded a little again, walking back down the hall to the staircase again.

I followed her downstairs and into the dining hall for dinner.

I walked him into the dinning area, sitting down at one of the set places.

I took the seat across from her and set the napkin in my lap politely.

I sat up straight when a few servants came and set our plates infront of us.

It looked delicious, like something the cook back home would prepare.

I started to eat carefully and slowly, making sure I didn't spill a drop.

I took a bite, being careful to eat as politely and slowly as possible, even though I was starving.