"Can we offer you some juice, coffee, or perhaps wine?"
"No, I'm—just water, water is fine. Thank you."
"I'll have the wine, please."
"Of course, Lady Linette."
"Ack, I hate that name."
Rhys was currently looking out the window, more specifically, looking through the clouds and at the ground 42,000 feet below. Rhys had already fallen deeper within the Holes, but he had never truly landed at that height — he was sure he wouldn't die, maybe he wouldn't even get a scratch, but what would it actually feel like to fall and know you're going to hit the ground hard?
"You're thinking of jumping off the plane, Sir."
"I'm—" Rhys was not even able to look at Lina before she suddenly hugged him on his seat; sitting on top of his lap and seemingly not caring that there were attendants looking at her.
"Well, too bad..." Lina locked Rhys's thighs with her legs, pushing down a button on Rhys's seat and causing it to slowly tilt back. And as Rhys was almost completely diagonal, Lina let herself completely fall on top of him, "...This is the first time in a long time I will only have you for myself again, I'm not going to let you go."
"I'm... not going anywhere, Ma'am," Rhys could really only sigh as Lina was even pinning down his only remaining hand, "The pilot said we're 42,000 feet above ground."
"Well, you do have a tendency of falling into things, Sir," Lina let out a giggle; her breaths falling down upon Rhys's face... and slowly toward his lips.
"Your wine, Lady Linette."
But before Lina could actually kiss Rhys, however, the flight attendant returned with her wine. Lina glanced at the flight attendant for a few seconds, before just smirking at her and still proceeding to give Rhys a slightly sloppy French kiss in front of her. The flight attendant could really only just place Rhys's bottle of water and Lina's wine on the table beside them.
"She... told you about that?"
"We have a group chat, remember?"
"...Right."
And with those words, Lina just giggled as she continued to chug down the bottle. And very soon, she just fainted in exhaustion. Rhys looked at her face for a few seconds, gently brushing his hand on it and wiping all the wine and drool to prevent them from drying up on her cheeks.
Rhys then breathed out as he looked around — never in a million years did he ever think he would actually be riding on a private plane. The concept of private planes was almost too surreal to him, but now here he was. Just a year after he awakened his blood, and all the doors were opening up to him... he was even on his way to meet royalty.
He looked out at the view again, letting out a long and very deep sigh that was almost reflected by the clouds now completely veiling the land below.
"Enkland..." Rhys whispered before opening his bottle and taking a large sip of it. And as soon as he swallowed the water, he felt a weird feeling starting to cover his entire body. A sort of... unnatural drowsiness which made him feel extremely heavy.
He squinted his eyes for a few seconds as he turned his focus to Lina, and then toward the empty bottle of wine she just sucked dry.
Lina did say to trust no one, but to think they hadn't even landed on Enkland, and yet Lina's concern was already showing itself at full blast. Rhys could hear a loud rustling coming from behind the curtains where the attendants were stationed... and as soon as the curtain opened, Rhys tilted his head to the side and pretended to be asleep.
Unfortunately for them, they chose the wrong target. If they wanted him down, then they should have used the same thing Maria used on him.
"...Arise," Rhys whispered — completely throwing away any drowsiness and weight that drowned his body.
These people seemed to want something from them...
...and Rhys was going to find out what.