The Clash Of Drakkon: Book Four Of The Drakkon Series

Chapter Thirty-Two

Alessandra Drakkon

Queen of the Drakkon Empire

"How should we punish him, my love?" I tilt my head to smile lovingly at Cyrian, before turning back to look at the cowering man, kneeling on the floor before us, though I show him no care or love, merely a cruel smirk.

"You tried to steal one of my husband's slaves for yourself, you say you are in love with the girl, while I say who cares. She is not your property, she is not yours to hate or to love. But you know what, I think you're lying. I think you just liked the way her fear tasted." He flinches as I mention her fear, but showed no reaction when I mentioned his love for her, proving he was indeed lying about his feelings towards her. "Does she give you a good boost, a large burst of fear, do you think she will make you strong enough to take on my husband? Strong enough to take me on? I don't think so." I tilt my head to look at Cyrian with a small pout, and he smiles at me, nodding in agreement to my silent request.

"Of course, go play love. You know how much I enjoy seeing you covered in my enemies' blood." The man releases a horrified gasp as he hears Cyrian's words, they certainly feared my husband, but they were terrified of me, rumors of my horrible treatment towards people who had offended me had long circled through the palace, not that I cared to stop them, they were the truth after all.

"No! Please, my King! It was a simple mistake! I am not your enemy but you're loyal servant!" Cyrian laughs at the pleading man on the floor, not the least bit convinced by his words.

"That is where you are mistaken, the minute you tried to move against me you became my enemy. A simple mistake is feeding from one of my slaves once, feeding from one multiple times, now that is a serious offence, but trying to steal a slave from me, that is something I cannot forgive, if my wife spares your life, you may live, but of all the people she has punished, I don't think a single one has lived through the wounds she inflicted, am I right, my love?" I give him a pleased smile, feeling happy that he had noticed.

"Yes, I think there was one that almost lived, but then I thought better of it and ripped his throat out. Enemies that are against you, do not deserve to live, they deserve to have the worst death possible, they should know now that no one can stand against you, my love. You are the King of the entire universe, it is a shame the rest of the universe hasn't realized it yet, they keep fighting against you needlessly, but I suppose it provides entertainment at the very least." The look he sent me was pure heat, we had yet to cross the line and become true husband and wife, but I felt that the crueller I was the more he wanted me, it wouldn't be long now.

"Show him how we punish our enemies love." His words were practically a purr, he was so pleased with my behaviour recently, that I had stopped fighting against him, but he seemed to bite me more than ever, perhaps it was because of those strange episodes I had been having lately, they made my mind think strangely, made me think that my husband was the enemy. They had been happening more and more often, before it was only for a few minutes, and now when they occurred, they didn't go away until my husband bit me again.

A part of me knew what they were, moments of clarity, moments free of the venom's influence, but under the venom's influence I didn't care, they were threats to my love for my husband, I wanted them gone, I wanted them to stop happening, and yet my body didn't seem to care. My disgusting Solveig genes seemed determined to adapt to the threat the venom posed me, I believed that in time the venom would cease to infect me at all, and I was terrified of that moment, because I knew the love for my husband would fade without it, and I wasn't sure who I would be if I didn't love my husband.

It was why I was so eager to please him, to show him how cruel I could be to his enemies, because I knew one day, I would become his enemy through no choice of my own, and I could only hope he found a way to help change me back into the wife that loved him. But I had an enemy to punish here and now, and I had been staring silently at him for too long, I could practically smell his terror on the air, the rapid beat of his heart pumping blood filled with fear through his veins, the smell of urine as the idiot pissed himself when I took a step closer to him. "I thought Nisha weren't supposed to be afraid of anything, but when I walk up to all of you, how you almost pass out from fear, am I truly that terrifying?" The words were said with a cruel smirk on my lips, letting him know I knew exactly how terrifying I was to them.