Betrayed by fate

Chapter 16- Back to the King

"Oh" I replied, looking High King Letum dead in the eye.

" I simply refuse." I replied rather matter-of-factly. Letum approached me earlier today, expressing his expectation for me to be his bride. Despite his insistence, I am not inclined to fulfill this role. The stress and discomfort caused by my pregnancy only further solidifies my decision. The combination of these factors has left me feeling extremely sick and overwhelmed.

"I'm sorry to say, that you can't."

"But.. I'm pregnant! Isn't that a dishonor for a woman to have a child out of wedlock!?" I exclaimed, and even though I did not personally believe in those morals, I would truly say anything to get out of this.

Shock took over him for the next few moments to come. "Why would you keep something like this from me!?" he shouted.

Letum looked sick and horrified. "Who's is it." He demanded. The words refused to come out of my mouth, refusing to acknowledge the sticky disgusting truth in them.

"It's his, isn't it?" He huffed, slamming a hand on the table. "Fuck. I'm so sorry. I was too late."

Fear and confusion came crashing down like bombs on the dry land. "What do you mean you're too late? How dare you insult me because of a pregnancy I don't even desire!" I spat back.

"It is not you that I insult!" At this point his visible anger faded into sorrow.

"That disgusting thing will kill you." Letum said, remaining is stoic and icy composure. One moment I felt like he might actually care for me and my well-being, but I know now that he doesn't. He was probably just trying to soften me up so I could live my life giving birth to stupid vampire heirs.

My world started spinning around me, and my ears began to ring violently. I had a feeling that it would. The bump on my stomach grew larger, and I grew smaller and weaker.

The blade I had been carrying seemed to push deeper and deeper into my skin.

"Fuck you" I growled as I turned my back.

"Oh and by the way, tell Miles I'll see him in hell." And with that, I took the sharp blade up to my chest, and pierced my heart with all the force I could muster. As the metal blade plunged into my chest, I felt a searing pain fill my whole body. I felt like I had been set on fire from the inside out. Every breath felt like it was tearing me apart, and my heart felt like it was being crushed with an unbearable weight. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I felt my life ebbing away, and the overwhelming agony nearly made me pass out.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Letum screamed, as the blood dripped down my legs and into a puddle on the floor, ruining the pearly white of my gown.

It was too painful to come up with a response.

My vision was now nonexistent and my body feel to the floor with a thud. In my last moments, I couldn't make up what Letum was saying, not that it mattered anyway.

That baby won't take my life. I will take my own.

Bye cruel world.

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