Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,109
I was about to just accept that this is my new life is even fucking crazier. I need to go, go, go,” I hiss as I ramble.
Rowan takes a step toward me, but it isn’t him who appears directly in front of me, it’s Katrina. I can feel Jasmine at my back and I know that if I were to spin around, she would be there.
Granted, it would be easy to get around her with her broken arm, but I don’t try, not with the serious look in Katrina’s eyes as she looks down on me.
“Gather yourself, Your Majesty,” she says calmly, evenly. Her eyes flash with something, but I can’t read what it is. “Ellyn would not want you to panic. She would not want you to run, not only from your destiny, but from your heart.”
“It’s too much,” I whisper as my heart begins to slam against my chest.
“Do you not think that the king is having the same thoughts? He has fallen in love with and married a woman from another world instead of marrying for alliance and politics as he had imagined, as he’d been prepared to do for his duty.”
Inhaling through my nose, I let the breath out in a long exhale past my lips. My gaze lifts and shifts to Rowan and Asher who are standing side by side, completely decked out in their battle uniforms, which really look like costumes.
“I miss my sisters. I miss my parents. I miss modern conveniences. I miss everything,” I whisper.
Katrina nods. “I am sure that you do miss all of those things, Your Highness. You are a queen now. A queen to many people. You may miss your old life, but it is the past. Through the prophecy’s fruition, you will see your sisters again and perhaps your parents as well, but with that babe in your belly, you have started your own family and that should be your focus, not the past.”
“Damn, you’re harsh,” I whisper.
Her gaze softens and she reaches for me, wrapping her hands around my own. “I do not mean to be harsh, Your Majesty, but you cannot dwell on things that you cannot change. If you think us coldhearted because of Ellyn’s passing, know that we have seen much death, but we also know that she is in a beautiful place now, a place that we all aspire to go.”
Nodding once, I hold her gaze with mine, just as Jasmine wraps her good arm around my chest from behind, her bad arm she wraps around my waist and holds me just as Katrina continues to hold my hands in hers.
“Ellyn is at peace, Sybilla. We will all meet again and that is why we do not cry at her passing. Crying for her body is pointless, not when her soul has found eternal light and happiness,” Jasmine whispers.
Closing my eyes, I let out a long sigh. The way they describe death, it is beautiful and damn if that doesn’t make my dramatics seem… well… dramatic.
When I open my eyes again, both Jasmine and Katrina are in front of me, Rowan and Asher are at their backs, but all of their eyes are focused directly on me. They all give me a sad smile, waiting for me to lose my shit, again.
“I just, this is all happening so fast,” I whisper.
Rowan’s lips twitch into a smirk. “Our King went from being a free warrior prince, to being shackled to a crown that he wasn’t sure he even wanted, to a wife that he had known only moments. It is safe to say, my queen, that everything has happened rapidly for the both of you.”
The way he explains it, I feel like a dick for being the only one freaking out, especially since Elias’ parents are both dead and as far as I know he has no other siblings. I’ll see my sisters again, assuredly.
Plus, maybe if I can find a witch that is powerful enough, she will be able to spirit my parents here, because selfishly, I want my whole family in this world if this is where I’m meant to be.
“Okay, no more freak-outs, at least not for today.” I grin.
The four people simultaneously frown at the words, freak out, but then they match my smile with ones of their own. We all nod, and then we return to waiting for some kind of sign that Elias has stormed the castle and has taken over Llyne.