Indebted Love

♡ trente trois ♡

I live in a castle. Ten feet of walls separate the castle from the forest. Tin armoured guards were posted in each corner of the house, still and unmoving.

Moving with cramps and discomfort almost displayed my mission and diligence to survive this castle. I mean, I'm not hurt or starved-oh my God is this Stockholm syndrome?

It's only been two weeks. I don't love Parker. I love Angel and Seth. I love them. I love them.

"Isn't this lovely my little wife?" Parker asks me as his fingers curl around mine, "I grew this garden in preparation for our union."

I didn't care to see what species they were, just the colours of the rainbow, soft under my fingertips and they offered sunshine for just a millisecond. Round and round the garden, Parker shows me the world with no real substance and a mirage of a life I know my beloveds can offer me.

This is sculpture of rich taste and a castle made of bricks, reaching the sky and blocking the sun and I try not to panic. Not when my period is stopping me from training and breathing in and out.

Parker sits in a chair with a large green-striped umbrella over us. Hot tea was placed between us and distance was at my mercy. He hadn't touched me inappropriately. Only mistaken as his lover, Parker's beloved and his bride.

I smile and I nod as he rumbles on and on about our future together. Beginning with eradicating Angel and his gang.

"Did you always love Angel?" I found myself asking. Dangerously curious on matters I have no business in. But the information is good for Angel. For when he comes to get me.

"It's funny you mention that," Parker sets his cup of tea down, "I've been nostalgic lately and I can say I did love him before his mother died. He was just an innocent child coddled by a whore- a good whore I'll give the fucker that, and he adored everything I did."

Parker leans back into his chair, a thoughtful plastered on his face. However, there's an underlying hardness to it, a cold spark of a reminder of something that stops my heart for a long hard minute.

"The whore died and Angel cried and cried and cried. I knew it was time for him to start learning about the cruelty of the world. My..." he glances over to me, feigning softness on his features, "occupation requires an heir with a cold heart. Angel had to learn there's no right and wrong. There are only the strong and weak. Women, children and men. Powerful and the powerless. Circumstantial evidence and... well he puts it as pure evil."

He takes a sip as he gazes holds mine, challenging and seeing my reaction. I hold and I blink. I take my cup and drink.

"Thanking you for taking me outside the house, babe," I have a distaste for the word, "and I'm learning so much about you and your family. I just wish you wouldn't hurt me the first time your goons took me away."

I settle the cup down. Parker shakes his head as he laughs. "Angel isn't my family. I disowned him the moment he didn't want to follow my path and threw a tantrum big enough to kill my men, release the children and beat me half to death."

He looks over his shoulders. His man dressed in black striding over with his head hung low.

I pursed my lips as I watched the bleached hair lean over Parker's ears, pale skin and small eyes looming to deliver the news I couldn't have the satisfaction of enjoying.

"Sorry to inform you Sir... Timothy was unfortunately discovered in the safe house... it was The Cobra sire... yes.. of course... sorry..."

I turn away to stare at the sun peeking through the clouds. Yes, freedom is like that. Hidden behind you and never far from you. Angel and Seth are close.