Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

Helena nodded immediately at the prospect of calling in Garrett Watson. In all honesty, it was all too perfect for the mechanic to brought in so quickly. Her head turned slightly and her cool, blue eyes cast a sharp glance over at Charles as he stood there, so pathetically, across the way. That man would pay for all that he'd done to her father, to her! He'd ruined her life, took away the only family she'd had! And for what? A pitiful ideal that bore no merit whatsoever. She looked over at Anselm, her eyes softening as her hand reached out to touch his arm. I think it best, my beloved, Helena said softly against Anselm's ear. Garrett Watson is the one who worked on the weapon that was to save my father. The weapon... Her voice trailed, faltering slightly as she choked back tears. Swallowing hard, she set her jaw and continued. It was the very weapon that man... Her voice dripped venom as she subtly gestured toward Charles standing alone and looking on. Planned to use against you. It was rare and valuable. He couldn't bear losing it to someone like me, losing it so that I could sell it for money to provide for my ailing father. Helena went quiet, tears streaming down pale cheeks. She sobbed silently for a few brief moments, a hand moving to cover her mouth to stifle any sound that threatened to escape her. I... I was foolish, my lord, my love. Helena's eyes were expressive, full of desperation as she looked up at her King. I knew it was wrong to sell on the black market and I... I don't fault you or your Enforcers for what had to be done. She paused, wiping away the tears. But I was desperate for my father and had to do what I could for him. It was a risk I was willing to take at the time because I didn't know any better, but... As Helena tried to compose herself, she took a deep breath and smiled weakly. Call in Garrett Watson, Helena then said out loud. A tall willowy man with red hair and emerald eyes was escorted into the room. He looked over at Charles, his brow arching at seeing the man standing there. Blinking rapidly, he bowed before the King and Queen, his back to Charles. My King and... my Queen, Garrett stated. He looked at Helena for a while, clearly recognizing her. Helena smiled at how Garrett had given away the very fact that he knew her from somewhere. There was no way this man would lie. Even if he tried, he'd be terrible at it. This man, unlike Charles, only had interest in machines, devices, gadgets. It was his calling and passion. Though he'd befriended the man she loathed and wished to see die, he wasn't in it for the revolution. He'd been in it to do what he loved. Nothing more. It's good to see you again, Mr. Watson, Helena said slowly standing up. Likewise, Garrett responded in turn. He gave Helena a nod and smiled. I knew I recognized you, he added with a cheeky grin. You've done well, it seems. I have, Helena answered. And you look well. Thank you, Garret replied. So, might I ask why I've been called here? And why Charles is standing there... He pointed behind himself. Looking angry? Helena chuckled softly, her voice almost musical. Well, that's because he needs to come clean about something and you're here to hopefully remind him about something from the past. Garrett tilted his head, his flaming red hair swishing in front of his green eyes. He brought up a hand to push it out of the way. I... I see. Well, I'll tell what I can remember. I'm sure you will, Helena said encouragingly. She looked over at Anselm and smiled. She then walked down to be beside Garrett, the man standing quite tall next to her. Do you recall working on a weapon several years ago? One that Charles brought to you that had been scavenged and was said to be a rare sort of weapon, one that could help the revolution? Immediately, Garrett's eyes widened. I... I... he stammered. It's all right, Mr. Watson. No one is in trouble speaking of revolution here. You are among friends, Helena assured. She brought a delicate hand up to touch his arm and gently rub it. Garrett nodded, his breaths coming short. Well, I do recall getting an extremely rare find several years back. Yes. And Charles did bring it to me. Was it for the revolution? Helena asked. Garrett swallowed. His eyes looked from Helena to the King and back. He then glanced over his shoulder at Charles for a brief moment. Looking back at Helena, he swallowed yet again. Sorry old friend, he mumbled almost inaudibly. Yes. Yes, it was. Helena smiled and stood up on her tiptoes. She placed a light kiss upon Garrett's cheek. Thank you, she said quietly. You are safe. You are safe. She then turned to look at Anselm, her eyes watering as she slowly walked back to be by his side.