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Started August 14, 2019 by @Simon-Says

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Charlotte tapped her fingers for a moment, thinking. "I was going to ask if you know where in Wonderland we're going," she told him.

Quinn shook his head. "No." He replied with a shrug.

Charlotte sighed, nodding. She started tapping her fingers again, but stopped herself, looking out the window again. If she didn't find a way to use her energy soon, she thought she might implode. Being bored never went well for her.

Quinn curled up slightly, his knees still pulled to his chest, and rested his head on his knees.

Charlotte glanced over at Quinn and her finger started tapping again. "Are - are you alright?" She asked tentatively.

He glanced up. "It doesn't really matter." He replied quietly, shrugging slightly. "Whether or not I'm okay, the kingdom goes on needing me."

Charlotte narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Well, I'm not a kingdom, and I'm asking you how you're feeling."

"Like I said. It doesn't really matter." He replied with another shrug.

Charlotte huffed. "Fine, then. Don't talk to me," she curled up in the corner and decided to ignore him.

"I feel like shit, okay? But it doesn't matter, because eventually my mind will snap and I won't care anymore. Because that's what happens to the Hart's." He said softly, closing his eyes.

Charlotte sighed softly. "That's what I used to think," she said softly. "You aren't your family," she assured him, then took a deep breath. "Why do you feel like - feel terrible?"

He shook his head, not looking at her. "Because I'm so tired of waking up in someone else's bed, not remembering how I got there, but knowing I didn't want to be. I'm tired of pretending I did, and acting like that's what I want." He said quietly, eyes still closed.

Charlotte paused, confused. "I'm not sure I understand. You're not - you aren't being forced to… to sleep around," she said.

He sighed. "My mother…" He paused, as if considering each word. "Gave me to a noble when I was sixteen. To…" He trailed off. "It was six months before I took the throne. Now…?" He shook his head. "You don't understand what I'm saying. They aren't giving me a choice. Whether I want to or not, it happens. So. I drink myself into oblivion so I can't remember, and I let them do what they want. They owe me. They get my body, I get their allegiance."

Charlotte stared at the floor for a long moment. Her brain seemed to be having trouble processing. "I don't - " she began before shaking her head and thinking for another moment. "You're - that's - " she shook her head. "That's not right. You're prostituting yourself so that your people will… respect you?" She said slowly, still trying to process.

"It's not prostitution if I don't have a choice. Like I said, they do it whether or not I want to. So I made a deal so that I would at least get something. If they use my body, I get their allegiance. Even if I got nothing, they would still do whatever they wanted." He kept his gaze on the window. "And I pretend that I want it, because maybe if I pretend enough, it'll come true."

"That is called acting and lying to yourself. And that is called rape. Neither of which are ok. Why won't you fight them? Who the… who the hell needs allegiance, anyway? I've never read the job description for a king but I'm fairly certain it doesn't involve that. You can't continue like this! It's not right! You've got to make it stop," she urged, still staring at the floor but now gesturing wildly.

"If I don't have their allegiance, then I will have all out war. And I would lose that war. I would rather be the nobility's whore than the whore of the entire palace, which is what would happen if there was a war." He leaned his forehead on the glass, closing his eyes. "And someday my mind will snap like my mother's did, and I won't care anymore."

Charlotte out her hands over her face for a moment, close to tears of frustration. "I really hate that," she whispered.

He swallowed, and shrugged slightly. "Yes, well. There isn't much anyone can do about it." I hardly eat anymore, I drink too much because I'm trying to forget, and I can't sleep unless there's someone else in the bed. I'm a fucking mess.

"You could always abandon your kingdom completely," Charlotte said flatly. She was silent for a moment, then violently punched the seat of the carriage. "I hate that!" She said frustratedly.

He shook his head. "No. I won't do that." He raised an eyebrow slightly at her. "What, exactly?" He questioned.

"Everything. All of it. Just… " she took a deep breath and struggled to remain silent. Millions of reasons to hate him, and you go and do this? Splendid. Just… splendid.

He closed his eyes again. "Alright." He said simply, fingers curling up slightly as he leaned against the window tiredly.

Charlotte tapped her finger against her seat rapidly, eyes glued to the floor.