Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,59
standing behind me, mooning after me. “She saw us on the road, said she knew you and could help in healing since she was a healer,” he explains.
I grunt. “Not sure if she is indeed a healer, but she talked of potions. Do not let her near the castle or Sybilla,” I order.
Frederick and Lief both nod, their eyes wide. Asher strolls out of a house a few feet away, whistling with a little bounce to his step. Our attention shifts to him and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Glad to see you’re feeling better, Elias.” He grins.
Shaking my head, I smile. “As are you?”
“Tip-top, Your Majesty.” He winks.
“Shall we ride the rest of the way home?” I ask.
All three men nod. “Let’s get you home to your queen,” Frederick announces.
Mounting our stallions, we lean forward and race toward the castle. I ignore everything and everyone around me as I make my way toward Sybilla. My heart begins to race as fast as Storm’s pounding hooves along the path toward the castle.
When we’re close enough to be seen, I pull back on the reins and slow down to a trot. I don’t want to appear as excited as I am to see her. Just thinking about my eyes consuming her curvy body, her golden hair and gaze. It causes my breath to hitch.
Once we’re through the trees that separate the town from the castle, we approach the bridge and I stop Storm in his tracks.
I feel my body heat at the sight before me. Anger boils my blood beneath my skin’s surface. “Elias, why’ve we stopped?” Asher asks.
“Can you not see?” Frederick growls.
I see movement to my side, presumably it’s Asher shifting to look forward, but I cannot look away. My wife, my gods damned queen is sitting astride Lightning, her mare, with none other than my cousin pressed close to her backside. They’re riding the same horse, together out in broad daylight, like lovers.
Asher whistles next to me when he finally sees what I’m glaring at. “Maybe it’s not how it seems, Elias,” Lief suggests.
I snort. “It is always how it seems, Lief.”
Making a clicking noise, I guide Storm toward the happy couple. If I have learned naught in battle, it is that the art of surprise wins wars.
SYBILLA
“Gods bones,” Merek curses behind me, or at least I think that’s their version of a curse.
He stops Lightning in her tracks and turns us to face the castle bridge. Lifting my eyes, I look up and I gasp at the sight coming my way. Thunderously coming my way.
There is dust being kicked up behind them, but there is no denying that there are four men on horses and the one leading them is none other than Elias, my husband.
“Take me back,” I demand.
“Sybilla,” Merek croons.
Shaking my head, I tug the reins out of his hands and lean forward. I do everything that Merek has taught me, and I race Lightning toward the castle steps. Merek shouts behind me, but I ignore him.
Elias is here, the asshole.
I don’t wait for Merek to climb off of the back of Lightning. Instead, I jump off and start to sprint before my feet even touch the ground. Rowan and Henry are laughing at their posts. I flip them off with each hand as I run past them.
“Sybilla?” Jasmine calls as soon as I am inside.
“He’s here. Hide me,” I shout.
“Sybilla,” she coos, sounding just like fucking Merek.
Godiva steps into the entryway, her eyes swirling again and I shake my head. “No, stay away from me,” I snap.
“He is here for you,” she calls out softly. “He feels sick just as you do. He needs to be with you, Sybilla. He needs to be with the one that his heart loves.”
Shaking my head, I pinch my eyes closed for just a moment before I open them. “He doesn’t love me, he walked away from me, he doesn’t even know me.”
Godiva lifts her hand, her palm facing me and I try to pick up my feet, but they’re frozen to the floor. The conniving witch. Narrowing my eyes at her does nothing, she ignores my anger and continues to move her hands around, at the same time her eyes do that freaking purple swirling thing.
“Open yourself to him, Your Highness. Your mind, your body, and your heart. Without your true heart’s match, the prophecy will fail, and ruin will fall upon our world.”