The Empress's Revenge

Chapter 32

I trudged back to my room, my arms hugging myself and my eyes directed at the floor.

Did I really make Dankish furious? It seemed like it.

The slamming door sound radiated around my head and I winced everytime.

It was true though.

I was in the North, not the East and I should be adapting to the traits they practiced.

A sigh escaped my lips as I pushed my bedroom door open and stepped into the dark room.

The fire illuminated the rug infront of the fireplace and I shrugged out of my coat as I passed the mirrior again.

The memory from this morning made me blush and I put my jacket away before I sat down infront of the fireplace.

The flames flickered and jumped, trying to lunge for the sky too far above to be achieved.

I curled my knees up to my chest and I hugged my knees.

Tomorrow was the wedding.

Would Dankish still be mad?

Wilcress was here though. Did Dankish call for someone to collect him?

"My behaviour earlier was uncalled for."

I flinched upon hearing Barvoscha's voice punture the darkness.

When I half turned, I saw him laying on the bed, his legs crossed, his left arm behind his head, his white button up shirt undone revealing his bare chest.

A blank expression was frozen on his face as he swirled a drink around in his right hand.

As soon as I sniffed the air, I could smell alchohol. How had I not noticed it when I came in?

I was frozen on the rug when he stretched out his long limbs and came and sat next to me, placing his glass infront of him and staring at it as if it was the only thing in the room.

"I apologize."

His words were sort of slurred as he leaned his chin on top of my head and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap.

I complied and soon we sat in silence infront of the fire.

"Are you ready to be my wife?" Dankish mumbled.

I nodded and Dankish went silent.

"Are you ready to be a mother?"

I went still at this. Was I? I had often daydreamed of children in my days at the Eastern Palace, but since Tasheyo made his proclamation, I had put it out of my mind.

I mustve been still for too long because Dankish buried his face in my hair.

"You'll be a wonderful mother."

My bones melted into his and we became one, breathing the same and moving the same in front of the fireplace.

Dankish must've carried me back to the bed once I had fallen asleep, because I woke up in the comfrting warmth of the blankets, but my fiance was nowhere to be found.

But that didnt matter at the moment.

Today was the day of the wedding.

Maids bustled in and out of the room, getting me ready, and everyone was in a hurry.

I was told that nobles from across the whole country would be attending aswell as some nobles from the Southern and Western Kingdom.

And the East.

When the  time came, I  hiked up my skirts and trudged down the main hall and waited outside the vast doors for my que to waltz in and make my way down the path to forever.

"Ren?"

I turned to see him.

Harlow Octavius.

His hair was extremely messy, stubble lining his lower face. Bags hung under his eyes which, once a bright green, seemed to have lost their light and faded entirely, making his emerald eyes appear as a murky swamp colour. His collar was untucked and his royal cloak was off balance.

He stepped forward taking my hands that rested by my waist and looked at me.

"How could you do this to me?"

I jerked my hands away.

"To you, Harlow Octavius?"

He narrowed his eyes at me and gritted his jaw.

"You abandoned your country, Renata Hesoli."

I smirked as I heard the que for the wedding.

I turned to the doors and shot Harlow a wink before pushing them open.

"I regret nothing."