One change Isabeth saw for herself, on her first night back. She was on her way to her room as she passed Sam’s door. His room had stood empty for two hundred years. Now there was a light coming through the cracks around the edge.
Slowly she opened the door and went in. “Um… Sam?”
“Yes, Princess,” he answered coming out of one of his many closets.
His clothing, his wall hangings, everything he owned was placed all around the room. Sam had moved out of Isabeth’s room and she didn’t know how to take it.
“What’s going on?”
Sam gave her a half smile, “I figured three was too many for your room.”
“Sam,” Isabeth groaned. “It has always been our room. I would never bring another person there, you didn’t have to leave.”
“No I had to leave,” Sam said shooting her a look that said stop talking.
She didn’t get it, “Why?”
“The night after Bicentennial was…” He paused. “I can’t.”
Isabeth sat on the bed not willing to let her friend brush her off. “I want to know what’s bothering you. I might be able to help.”
Sam began to laugh menacingly. “It was a dark and stormy night. Fuck the cliché ness of it all, but it really was. The large room we shared was cold and empty, kind of like how I felt when you left me, deserted except for the likes of me. Just me, all alone in the dark bedroom we shared, the glowing moon the only light in the room. Which was good, because the room was filled with your stuff, and seeing them made the pain worse.”
He stopped when he looked at her face. She looked to be thinking very quickly, searching her mind for something. “Princess,” Sam began more gently. “What is wrong with me? Why haven’t we ever been together?”
“I understand,” Isabeth whispered. She stood and headed for the door.
Sam stopped her by slamming the door with his power. “I told you mine, now you tell me yours.”
Isabeth knew what the problem was, why she couldn’t touch him. But how to explain it to Sam, to keep him from seeing her restraint as rejection? “It was jus a stupid game, so childish, so hurtful. We were only beginners ourselves. We felt so proud of ourselves and wanted to help others out of their same trap. So the contest began, I got three and stopped. I felt so horrible, so low, and I vowed I would never do it again as long as I lived. And I haven’t.”
“What was the game?’ Sam asked.
“Collecting virgins.” Isabeth tried to open the door but it just glowed and stayed shut.
“You’re refusing to sleep with me because I am a virgin?”
“Innocence is something a person only has once. You can never get it back. I won’t do that to you. I’ve been responsible for the corruption of three guys. I won’t do that to you.”
The door flew open almost shatter in the process. “Get the hell out of my room, Princess. Don’t come back.”