Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,30
I say that you are, Sybilla, but that does not mean you are a paramour,” he growls. “You’ll be my wife,” he rasps.
“Are you insane?” I practically scream.
His black eyes, though I didn’t think it was possible for them to get darker, they do, and they glitter. He shakes me once, my head whipping back, my neck cracking with the move.
“I am the King. You will be my Queen and you will never question my sanity again. I am a warrior, a knight, and a gods damned king, Sybilla,” he snaps.
“We don’t have any of those in my world,” I whisper. “And usually people date for years before they marry, not days.”
He dips his head, his mouth so close to mine that I could purse my lips and they would touch his. “You are not in your world, Sybilla and you could be carrying my babe. Therefore, for the sake of a possible heir to the throne, I will not allow tongues to wag that he is a possible bastard. You will marry me on the morrow.”
He doesn’t say another word. He releases me, pushing me back before he turns and stomps out of the room. I land on my ass on the couch cushion and can do nothing but watch him stalk away from me, wondering what in the fuck has just happened here?
Chapter Ten
ELIAS
Merek walks up to me, I know that it’s him at my back without even turning around. I can feel his ire, his questions, and I know that he is disapproving of what I am going to do with Sybilla.
“She could be carrying my child, cousin.”
“Is she the only maiden who could have your babe?” he asks.
Smirking, I turn around to look at him. “The only that I’m aware of.”
He shakes his head, his eyes darkening slightly. “You don’t have to marry the thing. She is not aware of our world, apparently. You could put her in the carriage house at the back of the woods.”
“The house where my father kept his paramour until my mother died? The place that he went to, abandoning my sick mother while she was bedridden?” I ask.
He dips his chin. “This is not the same. You should marry for political reasons; this woman is of no value to the throne, to the crown.”
I shake my head once, my irritation at the man that I call family, growing. “She may not hold political value, but there is value in her presence here alone. Whatever powers sent her here, they are not of our world, Merek. To just appear out of thin air, obviously not prepared. This was a sign from the gods, a sign that the prophecy will come to fruition.”
“All the reason to keep her away and under guard.”
My lips tip into a small smile. Merek is a fine knight, a damn good soldier, and a good leader. But he is no strategist.
“All the more reason to keep her close to me, cousin. For the closer she is, the more I can discover of this prophecy. Do you think me so anchovy lusting that I cannot look at the bigger picture? I will marry her on the morrow, for my people, for my crown, and for the future of Bunafi.”
Merek gulps, his eyes widening and he curses. “Gods bones, Elias. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I do, and I’m going to have fun doing it as well. She will be so in love with me, soon heavy with my child, that she will not realize that I’m keeping my possible enemy as close as a person can be. As my wife, as my bedmate, as my breeder.”
Merek chuckles, his eyes glinting with something unreadable, excitement is part of his feelings, no doubt. He loves the hunt, he thrives on it. I personally would rather fight, finish, and enjoy my prey, but Merek enjoys the chase.
“Good on you, Elias, just do not forget and get swept up in her charms.”
I shake my head, my eyes showing him my determination. “No amount of queynte could make me be a traitor to my crown, Merek. I am not an ounce of my father and if you do not realize this, then we have larger issues at hand than some sister fulfilling a prophecy and the fact that she will be my queen.”
There is a moment of silence, then Merek lifts his gaze to me, his eyes hiding nothing from me. “There is no problem, Elias. I know you are nothing like