Shielded - The Marilla Chronicles

Chapter 16

He had swiftly pushed me into one of his large cupboards. He brought a finger up to his lips in a gesture for me to stay quiet before shutting the doors. The action was so swift, so fast that I had barely anytime to react.

I stood in complete darkness unsure of what just happened. But the air changed in the room, the magic of something new had stepped in around us.

"Malaki." I heard a female silky voice begin. "Where have you been?" Her voice purred at the Dark Prince, and I knew immediately what she thought of him.

"Lenora. What do you want?" His tone was blunt, and harsh.

"The Dark One sent me to make sure you were alive." She said stepping closer to Malaki who still stood in front of the cupboard.

"Well?" He spoke with no tone, "I am alive."

He was trying to make her leave. I controlled my heart at the thought of him actually trying to protect me. He did not have it.

"You let her go again." The woman hissed out. She sounded close. By the shadows it seemed as if she was nearly on top of Malaki.

"She fell." He answered back sternly.

"She fell," Lenora began mocking, "She was teleported away, she was a child." She was naming all the times I had escaped, "All terrible excuses, and the Dark One is getting tired of it."

Had Malaki been sent to kill me as a child? I wish I could just remember that day. Remember why, he had not killed me.

"Lenora." Malaki said in a velvet tone. "We both know the Dark One would not send you to punish me." He moved away from the cupboard and closer to her. His tone had changed from toneless to something far more sinister. Something rather seductive.

"If he truly was as frustrated with my failure as you claim, I'd be dead." I could hear his charismatic charm. "Why are you really here?" He asked again in a whisper that traveled down even my spine.

The room was silent for a while. I wondered what Lenora looked like, she sounded stunning. She probably had beautiful blonde hair that shone in the light, with curves that made men cry.

"It's time we bound." She said is a seductive whisper, "Let me be yours," My eyes widened, "Let me be your future queen."

"Lenora..."

Malaki was violently pushed against the cupboard causing me to nearly jump out and help him, but I quickly realized he was not being attacked. No, she had pinned to the cupboard, and by the sounds they were enjoying a heavy make out session.

At first, I felt awkward, as they continued up on the door. It was rather disgusting to have to listen to it. I began to feel annoyed though.

Malaki was a war criminal, who was only alive because I saved him, and now he's going to fuck someone right against the cupboard door that I stood behind.

There was something else, a feeling I didn't want to admit to. A feeling that didn't want that Lenora to touch him, purely because he wasn't hers.

I felt my blood boil and I tried with all my might not to explode, but as my skin began to tingle, I had to restrain my hands from accidentally moving, accidentally using my powers.

"Lenora, stop." I heard Malaki say, thank fucken goodness. I released a soft breath of relief.

They were no longer on the cupboard now. "Why?" Her voice was sharp.

He did not respond though. He was deathly quiet.

"Fine," She said calmly, "Kill the Princess first, get rid of our problem."

"And once she is dead, you will be free, and I will be waiting." With that, a loud whooshing sound echoed through the room.

There was a moment of silence before Malaki finally opened up the cupboard doors exposing me. I was calmer now, a lot calmer. Which I was relieved about, I did not want him to see me as the angry mess I had been a few seconds ago.

I looked up at him, noticing the red stained lipstick marks on his lips, on his neck, his jaw, and how his collar to his shirt had been ruffled. His top buttons of his shirt had been undone, exposing some of his chest. Rage was building again, but I had to stay calm.

I walked past him out of the cupboard and towards the open plan bathroom and turned on the sink, washing my face with water. I might not be able to use magic from the water, but it would give me strength to stay calm.

"I told you not to use your powers." Malaki growled with rage filling his own voice.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I didn't." I said turning to face him.

"I felt your magic." Malaki said stepping closer, "I just hope that no one else did." He wiped his hands through his hair, his expression genuinely worried.

I had no used my magic; I had not moved my hands.

"I wasn't using magic Malaki," I said in a frustrated tone. "My hands were still, and there was no water."

His eyes narrowed as he traced my face. Searching to see if I was lying. I tried to remain as stone like as him, but his lips were covered in dark red lipstick still. It was difficult to take him seriously.

I pointed to my mouth referring to his evidence of his make out session. He walked past me to the sink and began washing it off.

"You got mad." He stated as he rubbed off the remains of his girlfriend. I rolled my eyes.

"We came here for a sword." I said turning to him, "Not dinner, and certainly not for you to have heavy make out sessions with your mate." My arms folded over my chest.

He looked at me through the reflection of the mirror in front of him. "She's not my mate."

"She said it was time you two bond, that's what mates do." I said rolling my eyes. That's what they did in Fae culture at least. Soulmates once they had found each other, were quick to Bond.

He turned to me, "Lenora is a very powerful enchantress, it was decided that logically," He arched an eyebrow at me, referring to my favorite word, "she would be the best option for a mate for me."

Mate, not soulmate though. The thought did not settle me though.

"So, she is your mate." I asked feeling rage boil in me again, rage that had no logic.

"I suppose technically yes." He said as his silver eyes fell to the floor. "It was decided two decades ago." His hands fell in his pockets. Two decades ago? That was a long time ago.

"And you still haven't bound with her?" I asked confused.

"I Have to kill you first." He said bluntly, his silver eyes falling on mine.

"Why?"

He stared at me for several seconds, but I knew I would not be getting the answer to this question.

He looked back at the ground and shook his head. "You look tired Princess."

"I'm fine." I spoke. I was tired, but I don't know what annoyed me more, the idea of sleeping in a war criminal's house or having to sleep in a bed.

"You can take this room; I will be in the room next door." He began to walk out.

I stared at the black silks that were draped over his large bed. Large enough for him to have multiple women in it at once. I cringed at the idea of having to sleep in it.

"Marilla." He said over his shoulder.

"Yes." I spoke in a stern voice.

"Thanks for dinner." He smiled at me, not his cocky arrogant smile, no, this was gentle.

"Didn't really have a choice." I shouted after him as I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled as he walked down the passageway.

I looked at his bed, with his silk sheets, and wondered if I was going to get any sleep tonight.