For King or Country (Tom Holland x Reader) Part 11
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“It’s been hours your highness, I think she’s gone.”
“No.” Tom said sharply. “Until we find a body there is a chance she is still alive. If you’d prefer to go back home and spend a night in the stocks by all means.”
“I beg your pardon.” The guard apologized bowing his head.
“If it starts to snow any more Tom we really should go back. We’ll never find her in the snow and we can’t all freeze to death.” Harrison said softly.
“Just a little longer.” Tom sighed looking off into the distance. Where were you?
Back in the wagon not even ten miles away from where Tom was, you were miserable. It was hard to say just how much blood you really had lost. Your vision was blurring and with every jolt of the wagon sharp pain shot through your entire body. Blood had completely soaked your entire dress and it weighed heavy on your body. What you wouldn’t give to be back with Tom in bed, safe and warm.
Unbeknownst to you, the blood streaming from your open wound had trickled its’ way down through the slats of the wooden wagon and stained the crisp white snow a striking red. One of the other search parties Tom had sent out found the cottage you were held at and your blood trail leading away. The guard was now riding as fast as he could back to find Tom and alert him to his new development.
“You Highness!” The guard rode as fast as he could. “We found a cottage, the embers in the hearth were still warm and we found a blood trail leading away.”
“If that’s really her we don’t have much time.” Tom nodded. “Lead the way.” He said squeezing his horse to pick up into a gallop. “Let’s go!” Tom yelled to the rest of the men.
Tom followed the blood trail as fast as his horse could carry him until the wagon finally came into view. “Hey you there!” Harrison yelled. “Stop in the name of the King!”
Upon hearing the Prince and his men your captor sped up the horses so the wagon was racing at a dangerously fast pace. You groaned at the bumps, each one forcing more blood out of the gaping wound in your chest. You didn’t recognize Harrison’s voice because everything sounded like a low humming jumble. You didn’t really know what was happening.
“This is your last chance or we will open fire!” Harrison yelled again gesturing for their archers to get ready.
The wagon did not stop so Harrison had no choice but to order the archers to fire. It only took a few shots for your two captors to be struck down. Harrison pushed his horse to catch up and slow the wagon to a halt. Tom was quick to jump off his horse and rush to the bed of the wagon as he gently threw off the hay. It was your dress first that he saw, soaked in blood.
“It’s her.” He sighed looking up at Harrison who dismounted his horse and helped Tom to pull away the hay. You entirely body was soon visible and Tom scooped you up out of the wagon and knelt down to the ground cradling your head. “My god, what did they do to you?” He sighed wiping some wet strands of hair off of your pale face. “We have to get her back to the castle soon as possible.” Tom said looking back up at Harrison.
“Go.” He nodded in reply. “I’ll handle this.”
Tom carried your barely conscious body over to his horse and had a guard hold you as he mounted his steed. The guard passed you up to Tom and he tucked you in his cloak and hooked an arm around you to keep you steady. He sped off at full speed until he finally made it back to the palace. He rushed you inside and wasted no time shouting through the castle for the healer.
Zendaya and her ladies as well as the rest of Tom’s family all come out in the hall to gawk at the sight. Tom was now also coated in your blood and your dress was a dark chrisom, striking against your pale completion. “Where’s the healer?” Tom demanded.
“He’s down in his infirmary.” Stella said disgusted at the sight of your blood. She had been down there just a few minutes ago with a stomachache.
Tom wasted no time rushing you down to the healer. He kicked open the doors to the infirmary starting the healer. “What happened?” He asked.
“She’s been shot through the chest with an arrow I think. It went clean through her.” Tom said setting you down on a cot and brushing your hair out of your face. “Can you save her?” He asked realizing that this could really be the moment he’d lose you forever.
“I can try.” The healer nodded rolling up his sleeves and tearing your dress open to expose the wound. “Leave me to work. I’ll send for you once I’m done.”
Tom was hesitant to leave your side, not wanting you to be alone. He realized though that staying there would only worry him more. He’d be more useful gathering more information about who did this to you. If Zendaya had really ordered you kidnapped, and there was proof, maybe the alliance engagement could be broken. That needed to be Tom’s focus. He’d just have to trust the healer.
On his way back upstairs he ran into Harrison. “Haz, what happened?”
“Both dead from their wounds. There was nothing we could do. Although the hooded one that broke into Y/N’s room was quite chatty before he died. He was too afraid to say who, but he said it was a powerful woman in the castle that hired him. She threatened his family. So unless your mother has some unspoken vendetta, it had to have been Zendaya.” Harrison said in a hushed tone.
“But we have no proof.” Tom sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Damn it!”
“Does she know Y/N is back yet?” Harrison asked trying to calm his frustrated friend.
“She saw. I didn’t stick around to hear the commentary though.” Tom scoffed.
“We’ll catch her.” Harrison nodded trying to reassure Tom. “She’s tried to get rid of Y/N multiple times so you can bet she’ll try again.”
“Yeah I just hope it’s not too late…” Tom said trailing off.
“Your Highness I beg your pardon.” A servant said curtseying as she rushed over to the two boys. “The healer asked that I come tell you Lady Y/N is all patched up. He said she’s going to be fine with rest.”
Tom sighed in relief with a smile pulling at his lips. He cleared his throat awkwardly and the addressed the servant. “Thank you that’ll be all. I’ll catch up with you later Haz, I want to go see her.”
“Yeah, yeah, you go do that.” He laughed giving his friend a shove towards the staircase.
Tom rushed down the stairs but when he got to the infirmary someone was standing over your cot, watching ominously. “Father.” Tom said surprised. “What are you doing down here?”
“I came to check on Lady Y/N, same as you I’m sure.” King Dominic replied, still looking down at you.
“While you’re here, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” Tom said going to stand next to his father to draw his attention. “I think that Zendaya is plotting against Lady Y/N because she’s jealous or feels threatened I just want…”
“You think she has felt Zendaya’s wrath? Just wait until I get started with her.” Tom’s father snapped, leaving the young prince shocked. “We need France and I will not have some kitchen wench that just happened to catch your eye ruin that. I will destroy her and it will be no one’s fault but yours. Are we clear?”
“Yes father.” Tom scowled, clenching his jaw. He let out a huge sigh after his father had left and sunk down on the cot next to you. “We’ve sure made a mess now haven’t we.”
“I should say so.” You croaked ou through mostly closed eyelids.
Tom was shocked and leaned over to you. “You’re awake.”
“Yeah, can I please have some water.” You gasped out through dry sore vocal chords.
Tom quickly poured you a cup from the pitcher sitting next to you cot. He put his one hand behind your head and tilted it up so you could drink from the other. You downed the entire glass falling back in relief as Tom pressed a gentle kiss to your burning forehead.
“Are you alright?” He asked grabbing your sweaty hand.
You scoffed. “Other than the shooting pain every time I even breathe, yeah I’m great.” You said trying your best to smile. “Thank you for saving me. If I didn’t know any better I assume those men were trying to kill me.”
“They won’t hurt you ever again.” Tom said squeezing your hand.
“But Zendaya will. And now apparently your father.” You said looking up into his big brown eyes. They were filled with worry, and something new…fear. “So what are we going to do?”
“I’m not ready to let you go.” Tom said shaking his head. “That just means we need to be even more careful. We can’t talk during the day, no more secret meetings, no more hallway conversations. I need to spend my time with Zendaya or training or something. I’ll sneak to your room when I can and I’ll send you notes when it’s safe to come to mine. You heard my father, he wants France and regardless if their princess is a killer he’s still cold hearted enough to marry me off to her.”
“I’m sorry.” You whispered softly. “If there was something I could do, I would do it.”
“You’ve done plenty.” Tom said stroking your hair. “You’ve given me some sanity and for the first time, hope that love is possible.”
“Kiss me.” You whispered, barely audible but Tom knew what you said.
He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. He was being so soft and so gentle so you grabbed his collar and pulled him down hard against you so your lips roughly pressed together and his body was flush against yours. You withheld the moan of pain in fear that he’d pull away. The two of you kissed for who knows how long until Tom finally pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.
“I should go.” He whispered rubbing his nose against yours.
“I know.” You nodded sadly. “See you soon?”
“I’ll try.” He reassured you planting one last kiss to your lips before leaving.
You fell back with a smile one your face until a voice made you jump out of your skin. “Well I thought he’d never leave.”
You craned your neck to see Zendaya coming out of the shadows. “How did you….”
“Don’t scream.” She said sternly pressing a finger to your lips.
“Are you going to kill me?” You asked with as much confidence as you could muster. With you injured she could easily overpower you.
“No.” She said pursing her lips together in amusement. “I’ve realized that it’s pointless now. You seem to always end up saved by Tom. Oh Tom, what to do with him? His father may want France, but I need England. To do that I need to marry a king.”
“Um, yeah. What’s your point?” You said frowning.
“I need to marry a king, that king doesn’t have to be Tom. He has two younger brothers who would still do the trick.” She said fixing her dress so it fell neatly.
“They’re not in line for the throne though.” You said still not sure what she was getting at.
“They would be if I killed Tom.” She smiled.
“You wouldn’t.” You said fearful that she actually might. “You love him, that’s why you’ve been trying to kill me.”
“Correction, I loved him. I now see that his affections obviously lie somewhere else.” She rolled her eyes at you.
“Why not kill me now then? I’d be out of the way.” You said desperate to protect Tom.
“Because I don’t want someone who will always be pining over a dead girl. I’m over Tom.” She scoffed.
“What can I do?” You said grabbing at her arm.
“Nothing, it’s already done. I tried to warn you to stay away.” She said pulling herself away from you and getting up to leave. “Unless Tom can full heartedly convince me that he’s mine, he needs to be wiped out of the equation. You and I both know he can’t do that. The problem will be solved by the end of the night.” She said opening the door to leave. “Oh and don’t think about warning him. I’ve instructed the guards not to let anyone in, including the healer. Rest well Y/N.” She said slamming the door shut and bolting it.
You had to do something. You couldn’t let Tom die. He would have no idea it would be coming. He was as good as dead. With all the strength you could muster you dragged yourself up off your cot and fell to the floor. You clutched your chest as sharp pain shot through it and you dragged yourself over to the door. You needed to get to Tom and it was going to be a long climb up.
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