Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,41
gut clenches at the realization that not only have I bedded this woman, I’ve also wed her and made her a queen. I hope that I have not done something terrible for my people.
“Who goes?” Merek asks.
“Frederick, Asher, Lief along with myself will be traveling to Irragin. I want Rowan and Henry to continue to guard her highness’ person, diligently. Merek, I am entrusting you with taking my place as a figurehead until I return as you are next in line to the throne as it stands currently.”
There is a moment of silence, and I can look nowhere but at Merek. His eyes flash with anger and I watch as he leans over slightly. “You expect me to stay and run this country for months?” he hisses. “With that woman here?”
“I do.”
“Do you command it?” he growls.
Arching a brow, I show him zero emotion. “I do.”
He nods his head once, his back straightening. “I will do it because I love you, dear cousin, I also love Bunafi. I will not do it for that thing, whatever she is. I also want it on record that I think you are foolish in this endeavor and I will declare that she should have been locked in the dungeon for the rest of her days.”
Jerking my chin, I do not give him the satisfaction of an emotional response to his words. Instead, I nod once. “Those are your thoughts and feelings, cousin, and I respect them. We leave at first light. Bury your cocks one last time before we go, you know how the celibates don’t allow women,” I announce as I turn to head out of the room.
“Elias,” Merek calls.
Stopping, I turn to him. “I hope you know what you’ve done by marrying her and what you’re doing by leaving her in a strange land all on her own.”
My lips twitch into a small smile. “She is not alone, for she will be accompanied by one of the men I trust the most in my life. My very own blood and my brother in battle, Merek.”
He dips his chin slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. “I have no patience for women, cousin. You know this.”
“You will have it with her, or you have my permission to keep her locked in her chamber if she becomes too cumbersome.”
Rowan and Henry chuckle, obviously finding my words funny. Merek doesn’t, his eyes are focused on mine and he knows that I am being completely serious. He nods once, and with that, I leave the men to consummate my wedding night.
I won’t see her again for at least two months, probably more like four. So I don’t plan on sleeping tonight.
SYBILLA
My stomach rolls. I’m nervous. I don’t know why, it’s not like I haven’t already slept with Elias, but this feels really really different.
Ellyn, Katrina, and Jasmine help me out of my wedding garb. They quickly help me bathe, something that I never thought I would appreciate, but since I can’t stop shaking, I welcome their help tonight.
Now I’m standing with my hair down my back, in a long white nightgown, a little fancier than the ones that I’ve been wearing, made of silk and a light pink color instead of the cotton and white.
My personal fireplace roars, and I wish I would have eaten some food instead of drinking far too much wine, especially as my head begins to spin a bit as I pace.
Something doesn’t feel right.
In fact, for my wedding night, even though the guy is an ass, something feels really bad. Like an impending doom that I don’t understand.
Maybe those witches have it all wrong. Maybe something is going to happen, with or without my sisters. I think that I should leave, run and never look back. The flight instinct in me is strong.
Fighting doesn’t seem like the right thing to do. What would I be fighting for anyway? A guy who married me, fucks me, but otherwise doesn’t seem that into me? No thanks.
“You’ll create a hole in the floor if you continue to walk the same path over and over, milady,” a voice rumbles.
Turning my head, my mouth goes dry at the sight before me. Elias is standing at the door that connects our rooms wearing nothing but his tights and they’re unlaced at the sides, tempting every muscle inside of my body to launch myself at him.
“Where’ve you been?” I ask.
He shakes his head once, taking a step back, but doesn’t turn around. “You don’t ask those questions, Sybilla.”