DragonSlayer!America X DragonGirl!Reader pt4

The next morning you feel awful. Your head hurts, your eyes are sore, and you're hungry. You sit in the corner of your cell facing the wall, hugging your knees close to your chest. You are nearly alseep when someone taps one of the cell bars, trying to get your attention. You ignore them, so they tap harder.
'Hey!' the person, well, man, whispers. Again, you don't respond.
'I got somethin' for ya' they say, a little louder than last time. Irritated, you deathglare them from over your shoulder.  It's that monstrous slayer from afore.
Only this time, he doesn't look as sinister. Instead of all that smart armour, he is wearing a cotton long-sleeved shirt which laces up at the chest. In his outstretched hand is a wooden plate with some light brown thing on it. He holds sets it down on the floor. Now you can smell a sort of meaty scent coming from the thing. You try to resist at first, but your hunger sways you. So you spin around on you bum and inch towards the slayer and the light-brown-thing-that-smells-really-good. The slayer switches from crouching to sitting down cross-legged.
'.....aren't you gonna eat it?' he asks after watching you for a while. As if replying, your tummy lets out a rather loud rumble. The man sniggers and you look away, embarrassed.
'.....Is it safe?' you ask, suspicious as to wheather or not he druged whatever the thing he bought with him was.
'Dude, you serious?' he says in disbelief. Your expression remains unchanged.
'.....okay then.' He reaches out and takes the stuff. Then he bites into it. He complains that it's hot, but other than that he's absolutely fine. After he is finished he holds out the food for you. You look at him, then the food, then at him again.
'Aw, come on! on't you trust me?'
You scowl at him before gingerly biting into it. It tastes nice. Very meaty, almost like the cow Coatl used to bring home that you used to cook on the fire.
'Good?' he asks, still holding the meaty food. You swallow.
'What is it?'
'A little something I like to call....' he puts his free hand behind his back and reveals another burger.
'...a burger' he takes a big bite out of the "burger" he just pulled out and encourages you to hold yours.
'It's good' is all you say.
'So, what's your name?' the slayer asks with a mouth full of bread.
'________.'
'That's a cool name! I'm Alfred Jones, but you can call me Hero!'
His grin and boasting angers you. So you slap him.
'What was that for dude?' he moans, standing up. You too are on your feet.
'You shouldn't go tossing words like that about, you know! You just destoryed everything I had! Sure, you may be a "Hero" to many, but not me! You killed my closest friend! And you expect to...come down here, offer me some food and hope that everything will be flowery and happy, like Poland?' you shout, getting quite worked up.
'Look, I'm sorry, okay?! But if I didn't kill that thing, I would be the one getting killed! I have a life too, ya know!' he yells back. It's surprising no prison guards have come down to investigate all the noise.
'So you just thought it was fine to-to kill him when he too, obviously had a life! He wasn't one of those dragons who went around killing people because they were bored!....and now you've brought me here to get killed too.'
'That's not true! The other knights wanted me to kill you right there on the spot!  You're lucky they let me bring you here! At least you'll live a little longer!'
'What good will this do you? I'm not special in any shape or form!' you sigh.
'I don't care, okay? I....when I saw you I knew I would never be able to kill you....' he looks down and you can swear his eyes look dewy. Despite all your emotional strength, the tears you fought back start to spill over.
'Well, why not? I don't even know you....' you choke, sinking to the floor and leaning your head on one of the cell bars.
'But I remembered you! I thought you shouldn't have been killed for a crime you didn't commit!' he says in his normal tone.
'Wait...how do you know about that?' you ask desperately. Alfred shouldn't even have heard about what happened "that day" 10 years ago.
'What?' he asks, confused.
'How do you know what happened between your father and the King?' you demand.
'.....I dunno dude, he just kinda told me, I guess....' he says nervously while scratching the back of his head.
'Okay. Just....don't ever mention it again. Especially not to the King.'
'......Sure....' he sighs. He gets up and reaches through the bars to place his hand on your cheek. At first, you flinch, but then allow his to wipe your tears away with his thumb.
'Look...' he says, lowering his voice to a whisper and glancing behind him.
'I'm gonna bust you outta here.'
'What?' you whisper back, shocked by what he just said.
'We had a meeting this morning with King Arthur....and he wants to kill you in, like a week. Your eyes grow wide in fear.
'If you can wait for me...just stick it out for a couple of days....I'll think of somethin'
After a long time and plenty of staring at each other, the slayer finally stands and releases your hand, but you retake it desperately.
'...Don't go...' you wimper. Alfred looks at you sorrowfully before ripping off a piece of the crimson fabric protruding from under his chainmail. He passes it to you and you clench it in both of your scarred hands.
'I'll be back later, eat those burgers 'kay?' he says. He crosses the prison and lets himself out of the rotting wood door. You sit back in your corner, praying he'll return.