Once I give a small shake of my head to him, his tight and defined jaw clenches, intensifying the warm feeling in my stomach and the sensational shocks of his touch. "I don't know it and I really don't care to know it." I whisper stepping back away from his finger, griping at his hand still wrapped tightly around mine. Ryder lets out a shaky sigh with a small shake of his head. "Come on. Have you realised how thin you are? You really need to eat." His strong hand leads me back to the seat that Maxon helped me into, away from the window. The food on the table looks so nice though and I don't argue as my stomach releases another small growl. Ryder continues a light conversation with me throughout dinner and not once does he push me in the direction of talking about something that I don't want to. When Ellie walks in clearing the food once Ryder is satisfied that I'm full enough and can't eat anymore, I can see that she is trying to avoid his eyes. She's scared of him, she doesn't even try to meet my eyes but I put that down to the fact that she apparently said something to me that she wasn't supposed to and he would be angry about it. Why would she be scared of Ryder though? Ryder stands his hand reaching out, pulling my attention from Ellie leaving the room. Jumping from his eyes to his hand, sighing I finally reach out and take it in mine. Once I'm stood, gently I pull it out of his strong grip and he lets me, his hand sliding back into the pocket of his pants with is much like how he was when he first made his way into the room with me. With the way that I feel when he touches me, I need to stop before I become attached to him and I can't leave him. I fear I already am attracted to him. "You want me to walk you to your door, or you think you can fight all the bad guys off by yourself on your long walk." Ryder laughs his head turning towards the door that leads to the bedroom, which isn't that far away at all. Biting my lip I try to stifle the laugh at his words. "I'm pretty sure I can make it there by myself." The double doors open and the guy with long hair in a ponytail are stood on the right of the door along with another guy with short cropped blond hair standing on the left. The two males look to be the same height, and their having a whispered conversation between the two of them, every now and then they look back towards us. Maxon isn't there though, he's gone. He and the guy with the ponytail have been outside the door since I woke up and before as well and even though I only talked to him for a couple of seconds I knew that I could trust him on some level. These two I don't know. "Lottie?" Ryder questions. Not realising that I was staring at the two guards I look back towards Ryder, his gentle eyes gazing down at me as he patiently waits for me to meet his eyes again and when I do they flicker over to the guards for a second before he concentrates on me again. "Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" His voice is quiet, as he nods lightly at me. "Ok." I whisper nodding my head back. Turning, making my way back towards the room I can feel Ryder's eyes on me. I stop when another husky male voice carries towards me through the room. "My King, Maxon is down stairs in the meeting room with the council. They need to talk to you." King? Turning my head to look at them I see that it is the guy with the ponytail facing towards Ryder meaning that he was the one that addressed him. Ryder is facing towards him but he's looking at me, he gives me a small smile with a raise of his eyebrow. Heat rushes to my cheeks and dark strands of hair fall into my eyes as I face back to the door again. Taking a deep sigh I try to wash the redness from my cheeks, raising my hands up to my face rubbing over my skin. Why am I blushing over him? "Thank you Reynolds." Ryder's voice replies. He says something in a much quieter voice, which I can't hear. Shutting the two doors to the bedroom, behind me I can hear the other two doors leading out of the suite close as well and with that it can only mean that Ryder is gone to speak to Maxon where the guy Reynolds said he was. Reynolds also called Ryder a King. Either that statement is correct or Ryder is the 'King' of some creepy cult and these are just all his followers. I can't see that in Ryder though at least not what I expect to see in a cult leader. I also can't see him as the type of King that would hold reign over a country. If he is a King, of the royal or cult type, I don't know how to react to that. What does that mean for me? The way he looks at me? The way I feel around him? None of it makes any sense to me. Ellie said that a 'his majesty' was going to explain everything. That would be Ryder and he hasn't explained anything to me. Not yet at least. It is already late at night I can feel it. Ryder and I were sat in the other room for an hour and half and by now it has to be around nine o'clock. Usually this is about the time that I would have found somewhere to hide myself away, so I could be up early enough and away from any angry tenants because I used an alcove of their housing for free. Grabbing the remote of the table, I flick the television on, hoping that if I fell asleep to it before than I could probably fall asleep to it now. After a while, I begin to settle into the movie that is set in the early 50's and after a while the background swing music caused my eyelids to begin to drop closed, my breathing evening out. I force my eyes to stay open now, enjoying the movie and I want to see how it ends. Knocking at the door causes my head to whip from the screen to the door to see it open slightly and Ryder standing in the small gap. He gestures to the seat next to me with a questioning look, asking if he can come in and sit down next to me. Nodding towards him he walks in slowly closing the door behind him after he says something to whoever is just outside the door. Once again his voice is quiet and I can't hear what it is that he says to the two guards that must have moved closer in to the room, to be stood outside the two double doors leading into the room. As I pull my legs up to my chest wrapping my arms around them Ryder sits down on the opposite end of the dark lounge. "Are you ok?" His eyes bore into mine and he raises his hand, going to move towards my cheek but then decides against it and drops it down on the back of the lounge. "You seemed a bit shocked about what you heard before, and I just want to see if you're ok with it."