Confused by the past of the future

Chapter 10: *Taryn*

I had been crying ever since we were all put inside this filthy dungeon's cell. It was pathetic really, how I had been showing myself in front of all these powerful men for god knows how long, as I had been desperately clinging to my future fiance, who must be sick of me by now. But I couldn't help it now could I? The tears were just falling all by themselves like they had their own will and didn't care about me or my future reputation in Elfhame, the land of the fae, who all already had an opinion on me and the kind of blood that was flowing through my veins.

The only fae that wasn't part of my family that I knew had accepted me as I am, was Locke. I embraced him even further at the thought. Oh how I was lucky to be able to fall in love with someone like him, even if he has tormented my sister at times I can't help but forgive him for those sins as he has apologised to me for them.

And it's not like my sister is the victim in this game. Because that's only me. I am just in the middle of all of the bickering that happens between her and Locke's friends, just the amount of times I have told both sides to stop it to which they didn't listen, of course, should be enough evidence.

I also think the sort of hatred they have towards my sister is kind of understandable as she has not been the kindest to me either. If you would ask me for an honest answer I would tell you that I think the tormentment is kind of deserved on her part.

And because of her I never actually dealt with any of my problems myself as I knew she would take care of it for me. And that fact was also very noticeable, when we arrived here, wherever here may be. My first thought upon noticing her in the corner of my vision was that she could and would help me get out of the situation I was in. Not only that, but I was convinced she knew the answer to all my problems at that moment, that she was the one person that could get me out of this scary situation without leaving a scratch on my body.

I was so convinced of these facts that I didn't even think my situation through. How I just ran up to someone desperate for any kind of salvation without my own protection. Which ended not only me, but also the people I care about and the people who could easily hurt the people I care about inside one for my feeling too small a cell for the six of us.

So here I sat in the corner of this prison lockup thinking about my depressing childhood story that I will not even be able to tell my future grandchildren as I will have died before the day day will come in which I could even be bred by this beautiful fae beside me.

And that leads my thoughts to Jude again as she, whoever she even might be because I know that woman just now couldn't have been my sister even if she might look and act like her. There had to be some kind of magic involved in all of this. But that still didn't change the fact that this Jude is pregnant right now. I didn't know with how many or how far along she was, but that didn't matter as I was once again jealous of her and her existence and of the life she has been living here the most. Because she probably has married powerful and rich, which would explain her appearance in all ways. But how powerful is the question.

The only explanation I would be able to think of is that the relationship I have seen between her and Dain for these past couple of months had been more than they had seemed to the blind eye. Maybe she married him and became High queen of Elfhame or he has a harem and she is part of it, but that second option wouldn't give her as much power as she has just shown us she has.

But thinking any further about this wasn't an option anymore as I felt Locke shift besides me. He took my hands in his as he stood up. I looked up at him confused as he was leaving me behind on this cold ground and I didn't even know why as I was too busy in my own thoughts to notice what was going on around me. But with the way Locke was smirking down at me I knew he wasn't up to any good. I glared at him as hard as I could in my still confused daze. But it was already too late as he had started to walk away from me already.

And it was then that I noticed him walking up to the bars keeping us locked in. And on the other side stood Jude together with, Cardan?

"Well done gentleman. Beautiful performance, but even though I love drama as you all may know it would like to go back to our 'own time' where a party is happening right now and I wouldn't like to miss it. I mean you know how much I love them don't you Cardan?" Locke spoke, clapping as he went, walking over to stand himself in front of the pair.

I didn't know what he meant by 'own time' and I knew that if I would start thinking about those two words I would eventually get a headache which I wasn't in the mood for.

"Yes I know." I heard Cardan answer Locke with a light growl in his voice. I didn't know what was happening, but I would have been a fool if I wouldn't have noticed the tension between those old friends.

Only Locke was brave enough to break it when he spoke again. "Well if you indeed know how much I love parties -which you just admitted to- then I'd like to know how my future self reacted to your little wedding, I mean that most have been shocking to everyone. Because we all knew how much you despised each other, I mean you almost drowned her..."

At those words my breath was caught inside my throat. Jude and Cardan... Married and expecting a child together. It sounded like something that would come straight out of one of those horror movies Vivi has told me about.

"You know. I have wondered that myself for quite some time now," After everything my thoughts have gone through today, this sentence made the least sense out of all of them. And every word that came after this made even less sense then the one before it.

"Oh have you now really?" Locke had answered, like he had read my mind and the need for an explanation beneath it.

"Yes indeed I have. I mean he was killed by his own wife who was already carrying his babe which he didn't yet know about... And do you know what was the most pathetic thing in that story? He was killed by one single letter opener to his throat..."

At those words I couldn't help, but let out some sort of cry filled with agony.