Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,60

“Your sickness will grow as will his, if you do not take pleasure in one another. Consider this my meddling, and my wedding gift to the both of you.”

In an instant, her eyes return to normal, she drops her hand and she turns around before she starts to walk away from me. “Bitch,” I whisper to myself.

My feet become unstuck and I take one step forward before an iron band is wrapped around my waist and my back is hauled against something hard. Inhaling, I whimper at the scent that surrounds me.

Elias. My king. He’s home.

His mouth touches the side of my neck, his lips staying against my skin as he begins to speak. “You have some explaining to do, Your Highness. Up to your chamber, I will visit you shortly. Lief and Frederick will guard your door and you are not allowed any visitors,” he growls right before he pushes me forward.

Lief and Frederick, who I hardly know, catch me by my arms, surprisingly their holds are gentle. Without saying a word, they turn me toward the stone stairs and halfway drag/carry me toward my chamber.

I don’t bother looking behind me. I have my dignity, kind of. What I don’t have is a husband who gives much of a fuck about me, until he sees me sitting close to one of his men.

I don’t know why I ran. Maybe I didn’t want to deal with whatever fucked up shit he had to spew. Maybe I’m still hurt by the way he left me.

Stepping into my chamber, I don’t turn around to look at the men behind me. Instead, I walk over to the window.

This window is where I do my best thinking. I hear the door close behind me, and I know that I am alone. I won’t be for long, though. Elias will no doubt come stomping in here soon and he’ll demand things from me.

I’m at his mercy. Jasmine, Katrina, and Ellyn have explained to me what is expected not only of women, but of queens in this world. It’s awful. It’s like I’ve literally gone back in time a thousand years.

In some ways this world is better. The colors are freaking cool as shit, the trees, ground and sky sparkles. There’s real magic, and I’m a fucking queen here. In some ways it sucks major balls.

There are no tampons or indoor plumbing, no cars, and no airplanes. My family isn’t here and neither are my friends. Plus, there’s that whole, women are here to spread their legs and birth babies only, thing.

I feel like I’m meant to be more than a vessel to carry Elias’ heirs, but in this world that is all that I am. That is all that he sees me as and when he’s finished with me, as aptly pointed out not only by him, but also by my girls, he will take care of me financially, but he’ll also seek out someone he wants to screw on a regular basis.

That sucks.

It sucks not only because I won’t be allowed to have my own affair, but it sucks because when he’s not being a major dickhead, I don’t want him to ever screw anyone else. It makes my heart ache to think that he’ll turn to someone else, even if it’s twenty years down the road.

I pace and pace, then I pace a little bit more. The sun sets, the moon rises high and still I am alone and my legs and feet now ache from the constant pacing.

My stomach clenches, then growls, alerting me to the fact that I haven’t had dinner. I think about going to the door to see if Frederick and Lief are still there, but I decide against it knowing that they most likely are.

When it grows even later and I yawn, for the fourth time, I decide to take off my pretty new light-blue dress and get ready for bed. I don’t know if or when Elias will be gracing me with his presence, but I find that the longer he makes me wait, the less upset I am and the more pissed off I become.

The asshole.

Chapter Nineteen

ELIAS

“Do you wish to explain what my eyes happened upon as soon as I rode up to my home this afternoon?” I ask Merek.

I’m sitting behind my desk and he is standing in front of me, his spine completely straight, his body wooden. He jerks his chin up, his eyes glancing down at me from over his nose. He is