Nikolai P.O.V
"A shame, really," a venomous voice almost whispers, forcing me to look up and away from her.
Standing before the man that took my wife, I feel an unbearable weight presses down on me. My chest is tight, and every breath seems a struggle to get against my ribs. I force myself to speak, voice trembling, and tears falling, "How could you..."
I don't know how I manage to get the words out, but they're almost silent.
The sight of him, so calm, only sharpness the deep, gnawing emptiness inside me. each word I deliver feels like a hollow echo. My eyes lock to his.
"Oh please, she's not even dead yet, you think if I wanted to truly kill her I would stabbed her in the stomach? I'm not stupid, Nikolai. Or should I say King?"
"What?"
My heart skips a beat or three.
"She can make it to the medial tent, and if your doctor is good enough, she'll only be out a few days," he chucked, laughing. Laughing. At me, at my pain. At my wife. He wasn't going to get away from this, not again. Not after my parents.
"You're lying. You killed her. Just like you killed my parents," My head shakes along with my voice, and hands.
"If that's what you want to believe, go ahead. But just know, you could have saved her."
His voice is unbelievably condescending and his smile never faults.
Is he lying?
"Nik, I think we should just take her just in case," Benedict says lowly into my ear. I only give a slight nod, letting him pick her body up.
Her bloody, cold body.
Even if she were alive, the baby wouldn't be, no doubt about it. And I know she would blame herself for this all if she were to survive.
Survive.
God, I really pray my wife isn't truly dead.
I look to Salvatore again, hating to have to bear his face, "You are going to pay for all the lives you have taken," I tell him, sniffling slightly.
He only laughs once more.
Him and his stupid laughing.
"I am not the only one with blood on my hands," he starts, making my eyebrows furrow, "She is not as innocent as you think, you know."
A look of disbelief and disgust paints across my face. He dares to hurt , maybe even kill my wife and my family, then calls her a killer! Who the fuck does he think he is?
"You bluff," I spit back.
"You'll see, one day."
And then everything snaps. As I stare at him, the dam inside me finally breaks. My control shatters, and a fierce, guttural rage erupts. I lash out with a raw intensity, my words no longer measured but laced with an explosive fury that has been simmering beneath the surface. My hands clench into fists, and I feel a primal need to make him understand the depth of my pain, to force him to feel even a fraction of the agony he has inflicted. The rage blurs as my vision narrows solely on him, and my voice, now a roar, demands retribution and justice. In this moment of unchecked anger, I lose myself in the tumult of grief and rage, consumed by the desperate drive to make him understand what he's done.
The fury that has overtaken me leaves me shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I step closer, eyes blazing with a fire that won't be extinguished.
"You think you can just walk away from this?" I snarl, each word cutting through the air like a knife.
"You've taken more than a life—you've shattered everything I am. I need you to understand the emptiness you've left behind, the void that no amount of time or retribution will ever fill." My voice drops to a fierce whisper, trembling with intensity.
"You owe me more than an explanation. You owe me the truth of what you've stolen from us all."
The next thing I know, Matteo is by my side dragging me off the bloody, bruised body of Salvatore. A villain of a man.
"Nik!" his hazy voice echoes in my ears, pulling me out of my fit of blind rage, "He's dead! Stop!"
He's dead.
"You won it's over, stop, please," his voice lowered and my eyes meet his; pleading.
The man who killed my family, the love of my life - almost - is finally dead. No more torment.
No more war.
War.
Oh my God, Arabella.
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