“Father, I just saw Royal Beta Brum. Why is he still here?” I burst in the room so fast only to halt in my steps.
“Father, what are you doing up? You should not be up.” I cried out, rushing to him, taking the traditional long chest chain from his hands.
The room was never altered ever since my mother died. Father had loved her so much. Their love was something I had never seen before and I had dreamed of it myself until all my dreams crushed and burned. It was all my fault, it was my fault she was gone.
I clipped the chain, moving to take the traditional jacket with all the royal orders, pulling it over him and then I fixed the traditional shirt under the jacket. My eyes did not fail to notice his leg shake from the pain. My head shook, swallowing. His health was deteriorating faster than he could even find suitors for me. Each day I woke up and ran to check on him because I didn’t know what I would do if I lost him.
“Father, please, stop this.” I said out with him clearing his throat.
“Zisealer. You cannot run from this one. You cannot threaten this one away. This mateship will happen whether you like it or not.” Father spoke out with such finality in his voice it shocked me. He had brought the suitors but he had never forced me to pick one. My hands froze, my eyes tipping up to his, a flame burning in there.
“I am sick Zisealer. Anything could happen any day and all I want is for you to be secure. If I die, your brother will kill you, you know he will. I can’t protect you, you need someone to protect you.” Such heart tearing words poured from his mouth.
“Father, I can protect myself and I have my army. I dare him to come and face me. He is just a coward.” I spat out, praying he comes so I could put an end to his pathetic life.
“You cannot protect yourself against a dragon army my child. As soon as he becomes king, he will own everything in our kingdom, including your army. All dragons will be loyal to him whether they like it or not. You will have no one and nowhere to go.”
I swallowed, the thought that the people I had helped and fought with could turn around and kill me did not sit well with me but I learned very early in life to never trust anyone.
“I have Flavia and Dante.” I spoke out, my head held high.
“If you will be able to get to them I don’t doubt that they will fight to death for you. But after the loss they suffered many months back, they are still far from gaining their numbers. The werewolves have a Goddess in their mist, they are immortals. We need them more than they need us. You will have the vampires and the werewolves by your side to fight with you when your brother comes for you.” Father spoke out with my stomach turning.
I was going to be sick, wanting to just pour out the food I ate in the morning.
“It’s wrong, it feels like we are using them. I don’t need any help from anyone else. If I die, so be it. I will fight my own battles father and die with dignity.” I spat out, my head held high. I was not going to be at the mercy of a man who will think he owns me. The moment I let that man bite me, I will be bound to him forever no matter how he treats me. We were not even in love, I did not know him and that made the situation worse.
“Zisealer. You know I love you. You are the spitting image of your mother yet me in every other way. The day you were born, you made me a father and I will never forget it. I ran as fast as I could down the mountains of Hazala, fought off large lions in the grasslands just to get to you my child. When I got there, your mother had coiled herself around you and you were the loudest child ever but so smart and beautiful. Every challenge that has been put in front of you, you have hit and surpassed anyone’s expectations. I would have not asked for a better daughter. You are special my child and you have such a beautiful heart which you have buried under thick walls. It is my duty to protect you so you can find happiness too. Let me protect you Zisealer. This is my last wish for you, let me protect you my beautiful daughter, let me free you from this burden that you should not even carry. I want you to go live a normal life, be free, have fun, love, laugh and be happy. Please my child. I would not insist if I did not think Beta Brum was not worthy. Do this for me Zisealer then even I will be free.” Father said out, his hands gripping my body firmly. Seeing his body shake like this had my world just break apart. I was fighting tears, his words tearing me to shreds.
My arms went around him, hugging him so tightly.
It killed me to even say it but there was only one way this would end. What was even the point in fighting, father knew I would do anything for him.
“I love you too father.” I said out, him holding on tighter.
“My princess.”
“Always papa.”
We pulled back, his lips moving and pressing on my forehead.
“If there was anything I did right in this world. It was you Ziss.” He said with me smiling like an idiot and I hated it but I could not help myself.
“You threw a dinner party, did you not?” I chuckled, hearing the music from where the dining hall was as we descended down to it. My arm was hooked around my father’s arm, lanterns lit all through the passage, father’s guards right behind us. He never had them accompany him before because he was such a proud and powerful man but since his deteriorating health, he began moving around with two guards just incase my brother emerges. I would not put it past him to kill our father. “Only the best, my daughter is leaving, she needs to be celebrated.” Father whispered out, me giggling and tightening my hold on him. He was seven foot nine and I was just six foot five which made walking next to him one of the best things ever. I could just lean my head on him and feel like a little girl again. “But I am not dressed for the occasion. I am under dressed.” I cried out, the sound of my heels echoing all through the halls. “What are you talking about? You dress up for everything, you are never un
The lanterns were burning low, the halls quiet with all those living in the royal mountain having retired into their caves. My feet were bare, kissing the cool ground as the sound of the water sang for me. My beads were all that I heard, so many of them piled over each other. My eyes were set on one direction, one direction only. Moisture from the water sank into my freshly bathed skin, my perfume having even me nearly weak to my knees. I smelt so good and I was sure I looked even better. My body was curve and nothing else. My hips and ass had my waist look even thinner than it was, large breast moving with each step I took. I had not thought the night was going to end with me doing this but there I was. Never in a million years had I thought I would give myself away in the way I was yet again, there I was. There was no turning back, I had accepted my fate and I could not tame the happiness that just bubbled up inside me. My walk was slow, building my own anticipation as my shadow fol
You let your guard down and you get stabbed hard, in the heart. I don’t know how or when I fell asleep but when I stirred awake I was alone, the other side of the bed cold as if I had imagined the whole night in my head but I had not because I was not in my room and I was sore all over. Flashes from the night before came and left me burning yet again. Where was he? Well, that was not how I imagined my morning after. I swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth. What had I been thinking? That we would wake up and cuddle, do some pillow talk and just melt away like a normal couple. I hated myself because I felt such gut wrecking pain in the realization of the life waiting for me. It would be as cold as his side of the bed. My hands quickly moved, pulling the sheets to cover my body. One of the rules I taught my warriors was to never let a man make you feel less, feel ashamed of yourself and that was how I felt as I sat there. I felt used and discarded. I was not used to this, I did not k
I flew in the skies, over the trees, still not believing that my mate left me to venture on my own. I could be shot down from the sky for crying out loud but what would you expect from a man, a stupid egoistical man. I groaned out in my head, knowing I had flew past him long ago but still looking out because a part of me, a stupid and tiny part of me still wanted to see him even though I was sure the distance between us at that point was one he would cover over days. With so much time between us, I decided to take a detour. My anger was already in flames again seeing that I would see Flavia. In my head, I was already telling her all that had happened and I could even see her face turn red with anger. She was the only person that understood me, the only person that never judged me and someone I could just relax and be myself with. With that in thought, I moved faster, just heaving over and over until the familiar smell and grounds came to sight. I would never say this out loud but ther
Flavia and I didn’t sleep a wink. We were in my room half of the night fuming and planning how to kill my mate. The next half we were laughing our assess off for being silly. We trashed the kitchen trying to cook. Flavia did anyway because her cooking skills were a zero. At the first sight of the sun, we went to the field where we trained until late morning. After refreshing and spending quality time with the children, we passed out and woke up late. Dante was creepily hanging around here and there, him not knowing what to do with himself without Flavia on his side. It was so cute my heart just fell in love with them all over again. He would go do paper work but two hours would be a lot and he would be back, showing his handsome face. It was easy to forget all that waited for me but I had to leave. After two days I began getting worried that my mate had passed and was at the werewolf kingdom already. Because he couldn’t be bothered, I doubt he would come fetch me. The man gave me an
I was led to Brum’s room. He had a whole floor but it was not used besides his room. I opened the door, his scent hitting me hard and just nearly having me groan. My luggage was already in the closet, the room dark and not habitable to me. There was black and gray everywhere, looking as if a corpse’s tomb with web cobs here and there. It was disgusting, dust on the furniture. It was either the man hated himself or he never slept in the room. My frown got deeper, not able to even hold my disgust face. Fatigue was killing me but I just couldn’t. The state of the room should have been a crime. I began ripping off anything that I could rip off; the curtains, the bedding and the awful carpet. I hated going down to ask for cleaning supplies, too many questions would be asked but luckily for me, there was some cleaning detergents under the sink and there was a small dust bin which I collected water in. I took the beta’s body wash clothe and used it to clean the floors. To me, he was dead.
Areli took all the hours of the day and spent them on me. It was when we were setting up the room that I realized how pissed off and how beta Brum had really betrayed me. Areli being there helped. The dark thoughts filled my head but they were pushed back with Areli having me engaged in conversation all through out. If she had not been there, I would have gone further down the rabbit hole. As hard as it was, I held up the conversation and tried to think very little of what had been done to me by my so-called mate. The new bed was set up, putting on the new sheets and it looked amazing. The new tub chairs were stunning, putting the decor around and we laid out the new carpet. Of course we couldn’t do it all in one day but the whole room already looked stunning. Areli called a few men who took out the old furniture and the dread fell as she finally bid me goodbye. Dinner would be held in the dining room which I had no clue how I would find it but I would. It seemed I had no choice in at
A plain black, ankle-length slip dress was pasted on my body, every curve, every dip so smooth like my skin. My body moved side to side with each step, head held so high with eyes sharp yet I could not see. I blinked and found myself before the doors where the clutter was coming from. I had no idea when I took all the steps down, just blinking and I was staring at the large doors. I could not just stand there. My palms kissed the doors, taking a second before pushing them wide open. I don’t think I had a heart anymore, feeling so numb, feeling so dead. The click of my heels echoed, hearing the clutter and chatter stop with me walking as if I owned the place. I was in my own stage, stealing the show. My hands were in fists, them seeming to hold in all the feelings I was supposed to feel. Shadows were all I could see yet my brain having took in where the king and queen were. I walked until I was near the edge of the table, my head bending down with my body soon bending over. It was a