Court Of The Immortals

Chapter 2 • Her Wrath

It's been years since her coronation, her father now elderly yet still thriving. Demonia had grown into her body, breasts accentuated, as well as her slender waist, by the black corset she dawned. Her body wasn't the only thing that had matured; Demonia grew more intelligent and charismatic, headstrong and fierce. She became a force no one dared to recon with. Partially because of her father, but the attitude and personality she developed stroked fear into the hearts of many.

"Well, princess, you look gorgeous as ever." Her eyes met a chivalrous smile on a devilishly handsome face. The face belonged to her husband to be, chosen specifically by her father, in favor of his own. "If you'd told me you'll be marrying me a few months prior to today, I would've thought you were playing some sick joke on me."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment, Quinn?" She quirked a brow playfully.

His pale cheeks would've turned pink had he been alive, mortal, but in an undead manner, they made no visible difference. She could still tell his physical reaction by the widening if his eyes and the speed at which he averted them.

Quinn's réponse elicited a soft giggle from Demonia, his body relaxing at the sound as it left her lips. "I do apologize if I've made you flushed.m, for that was not in my intentions. I simply asked out of curiosity, however, your reaction tells me in now way did you mean any foul by it."

"Why yes, my princess. I meant only that the likeness of me is of no means worthy of a goddess such as yourself." He bowed his head in respect.

"There is no need for such flattery, my prince to be. You've already won my father and I over without second thought." Her hand cupped his cheek. Without thinking, she leaned in, pressing a soft, cold kiss onto his equally cold forehead. She lingered, noticing a feeling that didn't belong.

Perfidiousness.

Some hours later...

She leaned around the door frame, furrowing her brows as the feeling in her gut grew deeper, heavier, overwhelming. Demonia caught sight of Quinn, kissing another woman, who was half dressed- just as he, before sending her out, reclining in the sofa if the office and downing a glass of blood.

"Are you just going to stand there, dear fiancé?" Venom dripped from the name as it left his lips. Not once did his eyes flick up to meet her figure, focused soley on the glass in his hand.

"We haven't even wed yet and you've already broke your vow to loyalty? With a servent no less." She leaned against the wood, crossing her arms.

"Well...on that topic...we need to talk, dear fiancé."

"So talk we shall." Demonia walked over to the sofa, sitting beside him and awaiting his next words. Only, she was met with his hand gripping her jaw and forcing her to look at him, his grip aggressively and unnecessarily harsh. "What the hell is your deal?!" She spat the best she could, her voice and words muffled by the lack of movement his grip allowed.

"Now that I have your father's promise of marriage to his loving, beautiful daughter... I'll tell you this. I have no love for you whatsoever. My father and I would like your kingdom for our own. Do spare your father the rumor of this news, my own has already grown smitten with him and has developed great power over his choice." Quinn smirked. "Or do. I'd love to see you try, sweet princess."

Betrayal wasn't the only thing Demonia felt. Rage burned her eyes. But along with her father's temper, came her mother's cautious thinking. Simply nodding in response, she swallowed the fierce crude words that burned on the tip of her tongue.

"Nothing to say? Good. That's exactly how you'll be as my wife. A quiet little bitch. Even my concubines know their place, surely you'll do your best to get your own ingrained into that stubborn little head of yours." He pat her head, emphasizing his last few words, and earning a grumble-like grunt from Demonia.

Biting her tongue was the most she could do at the moment. It would just have to do. Patience, a virtue not many have, would serve her until she could make him suffer the wrath of kingdom De León. Until she could make him beg for mercy at the hands of a woman scorned.