Love Interest End Story: Tom - Part I

Love Interest End Story: Tom - Part I

I am scheduled to speak to her doctor this afternoon, sir. It was the same conversation that theyd had for years.

I hope the results continue to be positive. I just want her to get better.

Except this time, they were waiting for actual progression on her diagnosis. Her condition has been improving this last year and the last several months, she hasnt had any outbursts or showed signs of confusion. As Thomas Fields spoke, his chest tightened.

On the other end of the comcry, he heard another man let out a trembling breath. Shes been in that facility for nearly five years now, confining her. I just want to see my daughter again.

Toms thin lips pulled a bit in an attempt at a smile, but it didnt reach his eyes. When she left the facility, it would mean that she was mentally stable enough to be given punishment. His stomach twisted knowing what that punishment was.

Bloodline termination.

She would be made to drink a concoction that would render her infertile, just like her father had voluntarily done in order to save her life.

At the time, they wouldve done anything to keep Alessa Hart alive.

But treason carried the heaviest of fines. Traitors were executed. Soleil had stopped displaying the heads of traitors on pikes on the gates centuries ago, but death was still death.

The only other option given to them was a pittance. Bloodline termination required approval from all parties involved except for the actual traitor. Two generations above, two generations below to cut off an entire bloodline from possibly producing more traitors. If the Harts were a large family, even if Alessas father agreed, plenty of relatives would refuse.

Let the traitor die and dont involve the family who was not involved.

But in her family, there was only her, the traitor who had no say in whether or not bloodline termination was permissible, and her father, who readily agreed to anything as long as his daughter lived.

Never mind that after they were made infertile, they would spend the rest of their lives doing hard labor. As if cutting off a familys future wasnt enough of a punishment.

However, Tom had no choice but to accept that fate.

I am optimistic, sir. You will see her again soon. He tried to sound positive before ending the call. Mr. Hart was only given a single call every three days and his calls were made in the presence of guards. Every time, he would call Tom to find out news about his daughter.

Tom was their only line of connection, and even then, Tom did not have direct contact with Alessa. At most, he could visit her, but had to stay behind a divider, only speaking to her through a comcry on the wall. That was a privilege only recently allowed after Alessa showed constant progress.

He sank back into a wooden stool and looked around the tiny, one-room hovel he rented outside of Horizon. It was in a dilapidated old hut belonging to the farm where he worked. When he moved in, he had to make some repairs to make it livable, but it was still dusty with one window, had drafts, and smelled of moldy towels.

What was important was that it was cheap. Any money he made after rent and basic necessities could be saved. It wasnt as if hed send money back to his family.

Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Five years ago, he swore to Mr. Hart that he would stay with them and support Alessa while she was in the facility and when she came out. At first, Mr. Hart had rejected his offer.

Youre young and able. There is no reason for you to do this! the man had said with tear-filled eyes.

But after bloodline termination was finalized, Mr. Hart was taken away to do hard labor somewhere in Sur, and no one was left in Horizon to make sure Alessa wasnt being treated badly except Tom. Then, Mr. Hart was grateful for his kindness and loyalty. Tom was the one person Mr. Hart was allowed to call to find out updates on his daughter.

For Mr. Hart, the only person he could really depend on now was Tom.

Tom didnt share his purpose for remaining in Horizon with the owner of the farm and his boss. He only said that a family member was ill, and he was the only one they could depend on, to which the owner was a bit more lenient with him and allowed him to rent the old hut despite saying it wasnt fit for someone to live in for a year.

Tom had lived there for five. He hadnt gone home since he returned to Horizon and, he grit his teeth thinking of it, he didnt know if he had a home to return to in Chetterswickshire.

He insisted on staying in Horizon and waiting for Alessa, which drove his parents mad. His siblings tried to reason with him. How could he throw his life away for a traitor? They didnt know the details of the situation, but they knew that Alessa was arrested for treason and collaborated with an enemy nation to undermine the empire.

That was enough of a reason for them to draw a line and cut themselves off from the Harts. Tom was furious. The Harts had done their best to help them when they were a noble family. Now that her family had fallen, his family wanted nothing to do with them? He didnt think his family were such people.

His brother, who worked in the Cosora Delta and had met his wife there, had asked him if he lost his mind.

She tried to destroy the empire.

It wasnt her fault! She was tricked!

Treason is treason, Tom. I understand if you want to check up on her every now and then, but you cant follow them into hard labor!

I wont let Alessa suffer alone! She needs someone now!

Does that someone need to be you? A farmers son that only does fieldwork?

She has no one else!

Youre going to throw your life away like this?

Its not throwing my life away. I want to do this.

Hed sounded so determined, but the look on his brothers face was as if his brother were looking at a stranger. Are you not worried that connections to her could incriminate the family?

How can it incriminate the family? There is no proof that weve done anything wrong!

His brother had shaken his head and left him. Since then, Tom received a call or two a year from his mother, but the rest of his family pretended he didnt exist.

He looked out the window. His family didnt understand Alessas importance in his heart. If they didnt understand, then he wouldnt force it. After his mother sent the money he sent to them back, he didnt send any more.

Hed inquired around. His brother who worked in Viclya married a former refugee, and had a daughter. That brother brought over his other brother and sister to work in the delta. They seemed to get jobs at the workshops there.

Tom was genuinely happy for them. He only wished that they would be supportive of his decision.

As he sat there, the lights on his comcry flashed and he swiped his finger across after just glancing at the callers name.

Dr. Hardouin?

Mr. Fields, good afternoon. He could almost imagine the gray-haired middle-aged woman adjusting her thick glasses as she spoke.

Good afternoon, Dr. Hardouin. Tom rushed.

We completed our three-month evaluation of Miss Hart this morning. She is still deeply regretful of her actions and has begun to accept the punishment waiting for her.

Then she no longer demands to be executed? A few months prior, Alessa was told that her father had pleaded on her behalf to save her life. Her joy was short lived when she found out the price he would pay was to terminate their bloodline with them.

She then spent over a month demanding that her father be spared and that she was willing to take the punishment of death. This had made Mr. Hart cry, but he did not regret his decision.

She seems to understand that her father has already started the punishment. She cannot join him until we determine if she is stable or not.

Tom didnt like that Alessas fate depended on the observations of others, but he was helpless to do anything. He grit his teeth, frustrated that he wasnt stronger, wealthy, or had better contacts. If he were better connected, he could save her and Mr. Hart from their misery.

Has anything changed from the last evaluation? he asked, willing his voice to be even.

She acknowledges that she had a part in the incident. She maintains that she was lied to and misled. This is consistent with the testimonies given by other parties.

Tom grit his teeth and swallowed hard. The other parties were Countess Guevera, the Second Prince, and his knight. Countess Gueveras damning testimony could be understood, but the Second Prince and his knights were Alessas friends. They knew Alessa was tricked; why did they have to insist she be punished as if she had done so on purpose?

Alessa had always been so kind to them.

Tom could never forgive them for turning on her as they did. He knew that the Second Prince had the power and influence to spare Alessa. To forgive her or at the very least, give her a small punishment.

Instead, the Second Prince all but left Alessa to die.

Dr. Hardouin explained that Alessa was of stable mind now. She no longer had any outbursts or insisted that Countess Guevera was the real villain who was planning to overthrow the monarchy. She had not wanted to believe that her friend would not only betray her, but the empire, but faced with the facts, she didnt say anything else. She seemed to accept her fate.

We have decided to give her the bloodline termination drink at the end of the week. She will then be ready to transfer to the Sur March to begin labor.

Tom closed his eyes, his heart aching. On one hand, Alessa could leave that tiny cell where she was watched like an animal ready to strike for five years. On the other hand, what awaited her was an empty future and hard labor.

I understand. Alessa would be picked up at the facility by an armored prison wagon, as if she were some dangerous criminal. Shed be taken to Sur, just like her father, to be forced to dig ditches and the like. Tom looked around his modest room, at his meager number of belongings, and bit his lips. Please let me know the time and date shell be picked up. I will be ready then.

Hed been through the motions several times. Most people would take a carriage and be dropped off on the road down the path from the facility, but in order to save money, Tom walked the entire way from his small home to the facility. He was checked at the gate and finally allowed to walk to the entrance, where guards of the facility met him.

They gave him a small greeting and then escorted him down a long corridor to an extension room. He didnt need to pass through the halls with the rows of doors leading to cells where residents were kept.

Though as he passed the closed doors leading to these halls, he still felt a chill at his back.

Few people had left in the time hed been acquainted with the facility. He never inquired, as he was sure if he did, they would claim such information was confidential. However, hed come often enough to make a guess. He could count on his hands how many times hed seen people leave with a happy atmosphere.

But those were just a tiny portion of the residents.

He wondered if any of them had to do what Alessa was about to do.

The facility had scheduled the date of execution. Alessa wasnt going to be killed, but she would be given her punishment in the form of a liquid that would prevent her from having children. From what he could understand, it was formulated for women, as men drank something else.

Once Alessa took the concoction, she would spend another few days at the facility to wait for the march authorities to pick her up. They were already on their way.

Tom was informed that the execution was today more as information, not an invitation. Still, he asked if he could come. He didnt know what possessed him to ask. He didnt want Alessa to drink it, nor did he think of wanting to see it, but he found that he wanted to be there. If she needed someone, then he could be there, even if through a door.

After some discussion, he was allowed to witness the execution. He didnt know what to expect, but he was led to a wooden door with a window. Dr. Hardouin was already standing there, confirming something with her assistant.

She glanced up, gave Tom a small nod, and then sent her assistant away.

Mr. Fields, are you sure you wish to be present during the execution?

He wished she wouldnt call it that. He nodded. If I am going to understand her, I should witness it.

He wasnt sure if he was making sense. He only knew that he had to be there. Dr. Hardouin seemed to look at him with undisguised pity and Tom clenched his jaw. Hed seen that look many times in his life.

Before it was because he was poor and struggling.

But now he saw it from the facility staff.

He wanted to stop them and correct them. There was nothing pitiful about him, but how could he change their minds? Even he knew that most people would not be as loyal as him and would come every week without fail to visit a resident whod not only lost her mind, but was tricked and was not forced to take a punishment she didnt deserve.

Dr. Hardouin stepped to the side. The windows have been treated; she cannot see us, but we can observe to make sure everything goes smoothly.

For a moment, Tom froze. Smoothly? How was taking away a persons future smooth in any way? He clenched his hands.

Alessa sat in the small room with only a wooden table that was connected to a wooden bench for her to sit on. There were windows high along the walls, but they were too narrow for anyone to squeeze through. The room was brightly lit and there were two doors, one on opposite sides of the room.

Tom was standing just outside the room, looking through a small window through the door, the same as the door to Alessas cell. He inwardly sneered. He thought that this time, hed get to greet her without a barrier, but it was the exact same thing with just a slightly different view inside.

Dr. Hardouin, the meal and liquid are ready. Tom looked over his shoulder and saw a man checking the paperwork in his arms before giving a nod to the doctor.

Proceed.

The young man touched an earpiece. Proceed.

Through the window on the door, he saw a movement. The door across from them opened and a large man and woman entered. Between them was another doctor with a tray. It contained a small bowl of soup, a mug of water, and a small red glass with an unknown liquid.

Tom felt his stomach churn. He wanted to turn away to avoid seeing Alessa drink the drink that would change her life.

Miss Hart, this is the meal and the beverages. Please drink the soup first to pad your stomach and then take the liquid, the other doctor said as they placed the wooden tray in front of Alessa. It has a bitter taste, so you may drink water afterwards.

Alessa stared at the tray for a moment before silently picking up the wooden spoon provided. She leaned forward and began slurping the soup.

As he watched the soup become less and less, Tom felt his body chill. He wanted to throw open the door and stop her from continuing.

Please lower your hand, Mr. Fields. Dr. Hardouins voice was low and more a warning than the calm voice of reassurance and hope hed grown accustomed to.

Tom glanced at her and then looked down at his hand. He was reaching for the door handle. It took him another moment to retract his hand, his breathing tight as his arm lowered. It was only then that he noticed someone move on his other side and realized that there were two imperial knights standing on either side of him.

Their eyes were fixed on him, and one had their hands over the grip of their sword. If his hand had extended further, he might not have had a hand for much longer.

Tom shivered and looked back through the window. Alessa stared at the soup bowl and then lowered the spoon beside it. Her head turned towards the red glass.

Everything was silent and Tom could hear the beating of his heart in his ears. He watched her skinny, pale hand reach for the cup. It trembled under the bright light of the room. Tom clenched his jaw.

Alessa picked up the small cup, her eyes red as she looked at it. Tears threated to fall as she closed him and took a deep breath. She then brought the cup to her lips and tilted her head back, drowning back the liquid quickly before tearing her away and almost choking. Tom shut his eyes and felt the tears slide down his face.

Alessa was quiet. I made a mistake that could have destroyed the empire. She closed her eyes and shook her head. I dont want to talk about this anymore. She squeezed his arm. Tell me how my father is?

Hes able to call every few days. He says its hard. Early mornings, meager meals, back breaking labor under the hot sun. Its hard work, but he isnt complaining. Hes always asking about you. Tom gave her a warm smile. Hes keeping track of your progression and he cried when I told him you were leaving the facility.

Alessa smiled a bit. Will I get to see him?

Not often, as men and women are separated, but I was told youd be assigned to the same labor unit, so youll see him.

Alessa nodded her head, satisfied. Im glad.... Even as she smiled, she began to cry once more. Tom immediately reached forward to wipe her eyes and she let out a small laugh. Its all right, Tom. Im just...I just feel a lot right now. I want to see Daddy again, but not like this. Not as prisoners. She sniffled and dropped her head. I did this to him.

No-

He cant have children anymore, Alessa said as she shook her head and met his eyes with pained amber ones.

He has you, that is enough. He said it over and over!

Alessas lower lip trembled, and she choked back a cry. I want to see him again, Tom. Im all he has left...and Daddy is all I have now.

Tom took a deep breath and straightened his back. You have me.

Alessa closed her eyes and shook her head. You cant follow us into the labor camp, Tom. You cant even visit. She bit her lips for a moment. I asked. I asked if we could at least see you every once in a while, but they said no.

Tom grit his teeth. The fortress did not accept visitors. He already knew that. The people Alessa would be with were there for serious crimes.

Ill find a way.

She let out a small laugh and leaned against him. You always said that. Since we were children. Her eyes seemed to warm for a moment. Do you remember when we were fishing by the stream, but my pole was swept away?

The corners of his lips curled up. I remember. I gave you my pole and you didnt want to take it because you were afraid that youd lose it, too.

So, you made one out of a branch you found. I actually caught more that day than you.

Now, youre remembering it wrong.

The two of them laughed a bit. Alessa squeezed his arm. Thank you for always being there for me, Tom. I dont think Ive told you that enough.

He looked down and shook his head. You dont need to tell me.

I should. I wont have a chance to after this.

Ill join the caravan as far as I can go. Ill find a way to see you again after that, Tom said. It was a promise.

Alessa looked at him with some confusion, then pulled away and frowned. Tell me youre not planning to break the law.

He shook his head. Im not.

She nodded. Youre young and still have a future ahead of you. I dont want you to throw that away.

Everyone keeps telling me that, but they forget that my future is mine to decide, he said with conviction. I will spend it how I want it. No one can tell me otherwise. Not my brothers or my parents.

Alessa furrowed her brows. Have you told them about what happened?

Tom avoided her eyes. The...the details of the incident have not been announced, but....

Alessa sat up straight and looked at him with horrified eyes. Do people know? she asked in a tight voice. The grip on his forehead grew tighter. Do they know that Im...?

Tom bit his lips and had to force himself to meet her gaze. He gave her a slow nod and she shut her eyes tight.

Alessa drew back and covered her mouth with her hand. Then the empire knows Im a traitor.

I wanted to get a newspaper or put up notices to explain what you were misled, but I was told that if I tried and elaborated on the details, I could no longer visit you at the facility. Hed already told her hed come every week.

Alessa seemed to understand his predicament. Why didnt they announce the details?

Tom scowled and let out a bitter scoff. They were probably afraid that the public would sympathize with you. He was told that the Second Princes kidnapping and near death were to be kept hidden at the time, but he didnt believe it. He was sure that if people knew about Alessa and how she was misled and also a victim, the public would have pity on her.

The empire just wanted to protect the Second Prince and the Crown Princes now fiance.

It mustve been difficult for you these last few years, Alessa said in a quiet voice. Im sure your family doesnt approve of you keeping in touch with me.

He didnt want her to worry about them or to be depressed by his familys reaction to the matter. They wish you the best and are relieved that you were spared.

Alessas face brightened a bit. Your family is kind.

You were always kind to my family. He smiled, despite knowing that for some time, his family did not approve of him following Alessa. From when she came to Horizon and he told his family he wanted to go, too, theyd tried to talk him out of it and remind him that they were from different worlds.

He persisted then and he persisted now.

She let out a bittersweet laugh. The next time you speak to them, assure them that Ive accepted my punishment.

All right, I will.

Alessa relaxed next to him and put her head back on his shoulder. I dont know what Im going to do without you. Youve been with me most of my life...we may never see each other again. Her voice choked up with regret.

Tom stroked her hair back as he fixed his eyes ahead of him and narrowed them. Well see each other again, Alessa. Ill find a way.

It was autumn, just after the harvest. The empire finished celebrating the harvest of crops and there was a festive atmosphere from the big city to the small hamlets. Tom had finished his seasonal work for the farmer, and in order to accompany the caravan to the Sur border, he asked for leave.

He was a semi-permanent worker for the last few years, so the farmer trusted him. He even gave Tom his pay earlier than normal so that he would have something to spend while traveling.

Of course, Tom kept the fact that he was escorting a prisoner caravan a secret. The farmer was old, but knew such news as the traitor who aided a foreign spy. No normal civilian wanted to be associated with such a person, even with a few degrees of separation. If Tom told the farmer, hed be fired.

Instead, he told the old man that he was going to go visit his family, but would be back before planting season began.

It wasnt a complete lie. Now, his family was Alessa and Mr. Hart.

Whether or not he returned before planting season depended on his luck. He hoped he wouldnt and packed all his meager belongings into a bag to bring with him. His money was painstakingly sewed into his clothes.

Crystal powered cards as a way of payment that were more advanced than what the wealthy used to use with crystal fobs were spreading rapidly through the empire. While a card was much more convenient to carry, not everywhere accepted them. Coins and notes were more useful, and they were more difficult to trace.

He didnt know when hed need to spend his savings. He didnt know what would happen, but hed take all the supplies he could.

With his things packed, he left the small hut at dawn. He dropped off the key to the farmer, as during the winter, sometimes tools were housed there for convenience. Tom then trekked down the road to the facility.

He saw the transport wagon parked by the outer gate. It was pulled by four horses and the closer he got, the more he understood why.

The wagon was more a rectangular block with a few high cutouts for windows with metal bars caging in whoever was inside. The wood looked thick and sturdy. All the corners had metal and the bolts were all metal. The heavy wheels had jagged spikes on them sticking out, prohibiting another carriage from getting too close.

As Tom passed, he noticed that the back wasnt a solid wooden wall, like the rest of the sides. It was just a series of metal bars and a door made of closely spaced metal bars.

Tom frowned. If this was used during winter, the prisoner could freeze. Luckily, it was still early fall, and the weather only grew cooler at night. In addition, they were going south, where it was warmer.

Along with the wagon were a dozen horses. Six strong, intimidating men in uniform were standing by the wagon. March soldiers. Seeing him pass, their eyes settled on him. It made Toms heart jump, as if they were seeing through him. He turned his head and quickened his pace to get to the main doors.

His bag had to be left at the security booth, but he was able to enter. Just as he did, he saw one of the doors to one of the long, narrow halls with the rows of doors open. Two soldiers stepped out first, followed by Dr. Hardouin, and Alessa beside her.

Tom didnt pay attention to the other soldiers and guards with them. His eyes focused on the metal brackets on her wrists and ankles. They were connected with a braided metal rope and made clinking sounds as they were dragged.

He grit his teeth. Alessa was in a long white sleeve tunic and dark, loose pants. She was wearing slippers and her head was down as she walked. She had no other baggage with her.

Toms fury rose. You expect her to do hard labor when shes dressed like that? Shes already weak from being trapped here for years! Those clothes arent enough to battle the elements!

His cry of dismay made everyone stop. Several pairs of eyes, including Alessas amber ones, flew to him immediately. He didnt falter and forced himself to stand up straighter.

Mr. Fields, these are her travel garments. She will be assigned work clothes when she arrives at the fortress, Dr. Hardouin told him with a frown.

Tom gritted his teeth, but didnt say anything.

Is this the man accompanying her to the border? one of the soldiers asked as they looked him up and down.

Tom nodded. I am.

The soldier in front of the group glanced to the side and gave another soldier a small nod. That soldier nodded in return and stepped forward.

Follow me.

Tom glanced at Alessa, who gave him a reassuring smile. He took a deep breath and followed the soldier.

Hed never seen Alessa in chains.

When she was at the facility, in her tiny cell, they didnt chain her up. What was the use of chaining her up now? She was a skinny girl who hadnt left her cell ages. What did the soldiers think she was going to do? Fight them and flee?

The chains are a bit much, arent they? Tom asked as he followed the soldier down the corridor and into the main lobby.

You should learn not to underestimate people. The soldiers voice could barely be heard, but Tom heard him and frowned.

Shes just a girl.

There are plenty of girls who can kill you in two steps. This is a precaution. Dont think we are targeting her for nothing.

Tom did think so. After all, these were knights from Sur - the Countess home territory. He wouldnt put it past her or her family using their power to make Alessas life worse. Still, Tom held his tongue.

He didnt want to start arguing before they left. Youre right. Im just a farmer. Im not aware of your protocols. He needed to get along with the soldiers, if only to ensure Alessa got better treatment and they got some leniency during the trip. If they dropped their guard, there would be more opportunities.

The soldier didnt reply. He continued to walk, keeping his eyes ahead of them as they stepped outside and walked down the path back to the road. They stopped so Tom could collect his things. Before he could clutch them against him, his belongings were searched. He wanted to refuse, but reminded himself of the situation.

Besides, nothing was suspicious in his bag. It was returned to him, and they continued out.

As they approached, the back door to the wagon was unlocked and opened. A set of metal steps was pulled down to be used to get into the wagon.

You will travel here with the prisoner. There is a bucket to relieve yourself in that corner and food will be served when we stop.

Tom bristled. Youre going to make her use a bucket? What if the soldiers see her? He could just turn his back to give her privacy, but there were soldiers that would flank the wagon on all sides.

Female soldiers will follow, if it makes a difference.

Tom wasnt sure if it did. He begrudgingly took a step forward to get on, but was stopped. What-

The prisoner first.

Tom scowled, but stepped back. Two soldiers escorted Alessa from the gates to the wagon. She kept her head lowered the whole time, ashamed. Still, she got in without a fuss and the soldiers locked her ankle chains to a bar along the base of the benches. Tom hadnt noticed them.

All right, Mr. Fields. Please enter. The first soldier stood by the side and Tom climbed in. Before he even took his seat, the door slammed shut. He jumped and watched the soldier lock the door behind him.

Tom felt his stomach sink.

Take a seat. Alessas gentle voice came from across the wagon. He looked over and saw her giving him a reassuring smile. When the wagon moves, you can lose your footing and fall.

He knew that already, but still nodded and took a seat next to her. The soldiers were getting on to their horses and Tom narrowed his eyes.

When are we going to stop next? he asked.

Part of him didnt expect an answer, but one of the female soldiers did. In five hours for lunch.

That wasnt too bad. Hed skipped breakfast, but he could wait five hours. It wouldnt be the first time hed be without food for some time.

Will we eat outside the wagon? he asked.

The two soldiers on horseback behind the carriage looked at him strangely. Outside? The wagon jerked forward, and Tom swayed on the wooden bench. The woman outside the metal bars looked at him as if hed lost his mind. There will be no outside. That door wont open until we reach the march border to let you out.