Betrayed by fate

Chapter 4 - The Bedroom

The moon began her normal cycle of coming out during the night. Even if my focus was supposed to be on Archie, and whatever he was balbbing on about now, I had to pay her the respects of looking up at her beauty and power. I hope that maybe one day, I will be like the moon.

Along the way to the estate, my legs became tired and I became restless. Archie demanded he carry me, so obliged, not caring if it would cause him any trouble. He sat me back down to my feet, as we stood infont of the large building in front of me. I am not suprised that he could have such luxurys, after all, he was apart of the Ivy Council. They were the ones who planned for the king, and helped him along to make good choices. Or at least good for them. "Welcome, my Lady. This is now your estate to rule over." he gave a slight chuckle at the words. I grabbed onto his hand, so that I would'nt get lost.

There were many servants hurrying around us. To me it seemed like they were setting up for some sort of party. "What are they preparing for?" I asked Lord Archer, which is his formal title, that I should have been more accustomed to using. "Oh nothing much, just the Blood Moon sacrifice." He answered nonchalantly.

Despite his relaxed demenor, the name gave me chills. Taking his response into consideration, I looked at the items that they hastily carried away.

Though I didn't see much because of the haste that they carried it away with, my eye caught sight of amazonite, moonstones, and fluorite. And as the next slave scurried by, I saw a dagger, entirely made from garnet and pearls decorating the handle." Are we attending it?" I asked him a question once more. " Yes, I, will be attending." his tone this time sounding annoyed. " well then what about me?" my voice began to sound like a mix of hostile rage and a pathetic girl, begging for a mans approval. "I don't care what you do. As long as you dont leave your chambers, I could care less." His words suppried me. I'd never experienced such a hostile attitude of his before.

I knew I didn't know him all the way, but it was still so early in our relationship for him to with hold information from me.

He always came off as shy, and easily flustered, not whatever he was acting like right now. I stopped advancing forward, and tugged him back to face me. "I don't care if you are in the Kings favor, never speak to me in such away, unless you so wish that your head be severed from your body." I demanded. Horror was written all over his face, and I had known he wouldn't expect that from me. Deep down I knew I was just being dramatic, but I just needed to see where we stood.

"O-of course my Amity,"and though he tried his best to sound confident, and to seem like he was still the one in control, I could see the sweat beginning to seep through his pores, and shine in the moonlight.

Once I stepped foot inside of the estate, I could see that it was even more busy than it was outside. The interior was white, with red and black carpeting. There were intricate designs of roses, and other small details that made the castle seem as though it was from a child's fairytale story. " I'm sure you're tired yes?" Archer said, making the question sound more like a demand. "Quite." I tried my best to let him know that I was still furious at his actions. " well, then, let's walk up to my bedroom." The estate was so large that itself like 1 million years have passed before I finally arrived at his lush bed chambers.

There was a large, white bed, with cloth, hanging from the sky to surround making. It seem as if It was for a royalty.

I loosened the strings that held my dress on, and let it fall to the carpet beneath me. I stood in my undergarments, which was a white polyester brassiere and white cotton sleeping skirts, I had been glad to afford.

His uncomfortable gaze turned into one of hunger and desire. I sat on the bed and he shortly followed. Once I made myself comfortable, Archer snuck his hand into my panties grabbing something he never should have. "Stop!" I said startled, before sending a forceful slap across his right cheek.

In the area I slapped, redness covered it, leaving the mark of my hand. "How dare you harm me! I've shown nothing but love for you!"Fuck. I might have been able to slap him, but in a real fight I'd be no match.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned me down onto the feather mattress. "Stop Archie! What's the matter with you today?!" I yelled, kicking my feet with all the force I could. Without acknowledging my words, he began to undress me. "Please Archer! Just stop already!!" I tried to shout louder but my voice only comes out as a weak whimper.

Tears run down my face wetting the cloth of the bed. Make it stop. He kept on forcing himself deeper inside of me. "I need this Luna. I need you." He sounded needy. His grunts and moans were disgusting to hear, but his face was even more rancid to look at, until I can no longer bear it. I dug my finger nails into my eyes, and along my face, until I drew blood. I felt his cock wiggling it's way inside of me, leaving his warmness behind. Thrust after thrust, my cries and moans mixed together, creating an eerie song.  After he finish pleasing his selfish desire, using my body as if it was his own, he rolled into the bed besides me. He would pay for what he did to me. He may be safe now, but soon enough, I would make his eyes bleed and his throat burn. I would hurt him worse that he could have ever imagined to hurt me.