Rogues and Royals never mixed. It was only normal in our world ever since a rogue attack killed the only daughter of the Royal family.
We'd been tortured for years, hiding in small villages, barely surviving off of what we had and fearing the day t...
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• EVERELIGH •
It'd been hours, the guards were now gone and I was sat in my cell with dry blood on my clothing and a pounding headache.
My hand was still wrapped in the piece of clothing the guard ripped off of me. His words still stuck in my head, and I couldn't help but feel the fear rushing in my blood at his words.
What could the king possibly have planned for me, public humiliation? Torture? I couldn't think of much else he could do without killing me.
I slowly move to lay my head against the hard ground stained with my blood. I didn't care much of the state of myself anymore, how could I when Ethan was gone.
How could I live when my only reason for being alive was gone.
My body curls into a fetus position as I shut my eyes so tight I can feel it making my headache worse than it already is. I was hoping, possibly, if I held them shut long enough they'd never open again.
But that would mean he won, and that alone was enough to make me go mad.
Instead, I pretend my mama's arms are wrapped around me, like she used to do during bedtime. Like she used to do when I was too afraid to fall asleep in the dark. Like she used to do when I could still be a child.
For a moment it seemed as if she'd actually been there. I could feel her warmth, the beating of her heart, her hand gently brushing through my hair as I hid my face in her embrace.
I'm not sure how long I kept my eyes shut for, trying to hold the memory of my mama for as long as I could. At some point I forgot I was trapped in a dungeon, until the increased beating of my heart woke me, a traitor to my body.
It began racing uncontrollably, and my headache was suddenly completely gone as my body ignored my pain and let my heart completely take over.
A familiar scent fills my nose as I hear loud, taunting footsteps moving down the empty dungeon halls that I hadn't been aware of until now.
I know what it is at that moment, who it is.
As much as the mate pull was saying otherwise, I don't move my eyes from the wall I befriended earlier.
I could feel as he only got closer to my cell, I could hear as his footsteps slowed to a stop and the sound of keys as my cell door opened.
Still, my eyes stay on the wall, empty and void of any care that he was here. My face is puffy from tears, it'd been like that for what I assumed was a while.
