but fuck, I would find myself daily being put on my ass when least expecting it if I tried to conquer her elsewhere. And if I were honest, I wouldn’t want to. Because a force of nature like hers was something to marvel in and enjoy the fucking ride, not try to mould into a box and keep it contained. Of course, if I had the choice, then her hairpin decision making I would crush in a heartbeat if it meant keeping her safe.
But that was another story.
Because I knew that I would have no choice but to take matters into my own hands after what had happened. So, whether she liked it or not, this tower had just become her new prison, at least until I could fix what the fucked-up Fates had in store for me, my people, and more importantly Amelia. Which meant that setting up our lives together in a more permanent way would have to wait…for now.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Dariush snapped, bringing me back to why we were now in my office and I found myself with no other option than to shake away thoughts of better days and deal with the shit one I had been dealt…fucking Fates.
“I couldn’t tell you,” I told him after first walking over to my desk that looked like crystal melted over an invisible frame. It was black like the walls were, with only the floor being different in swirls of ash-coloured, petrified wood laid in circular slabs. A throne style chair situated behind the desk that was the size of a small car was one I stayed away from as it was made from black glass. So not exactly something I thought would survive my anger right now.
It was sculpted to look like two giant demonic skeletal remains bent over so the place I sat was at the joined pelvis. At the highest point of the chair were the two horned skulls that faced us with their shoulders fused and their ribcages making up the back section.
Overly long arms of twisted black glass bone made the armrests, and the bird clawed feet made up the bottom part of the legs. It was a hauntingly, beautiful piece of craftmanship and it was one of the most uncomfortable chairs I’d ever sat on in my whole existence. Hence another reason why I took to leaning back on the desk instead.
“Bullshit!” he snapped back folding his arms and making his muscles bulge due to the sleeveless tunic style jacket he now wore which was a typical attire for my brother. He was, as one would say, stuck in a certain time period and his vessel’s Persian ancestry had ingrained early on. I released a sigh when he added,
“You didn’t think you could trust me with something as important as your Chosen One, but yet those three vagabonds out there you go ahead and…”
“They guessed who she was to me when they saw the level of my care and loyalty to her,” I interrupted defending myself when I really I didn’t need to. But we were alone, and he was my brother, so I believed he at least deserved some form of explanation.
“I fucking knew she meant more to you than you were letting on!” he added with a bitter growl to his words.
“It wouldn’t have changed things had you known from the start,” I told him, but his face said otherwise.
“The fuck it wouldn’t, for starters I wouldn’t have thrown her in a fucking jail cell to nearly get raped by her jailor!” he snapped back making me wince at the fucking good point he made.
“Which is why the outcome was on me, as well as the death I served,” I replied, with a grit of my teeth. Dariush released a heavy sigh and rubbed the lower part of his face, which ended with him bringing his fingers and thumb together with the hair on his chin stroked down between them.
“You thought I would tell him, that’s it, isn’t it?” he guessed speaking of course about our father.
“I was protecting you,” I stated.
“Fuck that!”
“Choose to believe it or not, my reasons were sound, for I knew you would have been bound to the truth should the question be asked and let’s fucking face it here, it wouldn’t be long before this shit got back to him.” Dariush at least agreed on this if not with words but with his expression.