A Court of Roses and Ice | ✔️

18 - ΝᎬᎬᎠ ᎷᎬ

The most beautiful part is, I wasn't even looking when I found you.

ᏃHᎪᏒIᎪᏁ  SᎾᏞᎪᏟᎬ -

Lunging on Althaea, she falls to her stomach on the floor, head to the side to stare up at me.

She screams, trying to wiggle from my grasp.

I lower my face, growling in hers.

" Alastor! My king! Help! "

She wiggles from my grasp, but I grab her by the arm and toss her into a nearby wall.

She sits up against it, cradling her arm.

" You messed with what isn't yours, Althaea."
My wolf talks to her in her mind.

She stares up at me wide eyed.

" Yeah- I know but-! "

" No but can save you. "

I lunge for her, but skid to a stop when my dad steps in front of me.

I place my ears down, growling.

" Zharian. " He says.

I shift back, glaring at Althaea before making my way up to my room.

I ignore the screams of my name as I pass by.

Tears roll down my face as I open my bedroom door, closing it behind me.

I  turn and notice what the maid has left me. A tray of my favorite tea that I can smell already, and a blanket with a note on it.

I go over and pick up the note, my eyes scanning the words.

"Princess,
I started this blanket for when we defeated the mainlands, or even for a holiday.

But I believe now is the time to give it to you.

I hope they suffer for what they did to you, my majesty.

Please use this as comfort, for I will be sending tea up whenever you ask.

- Leuo.       "

I smile, picking up the blanket and wrapping it around my self.

It's soft, and traps heat.

I sigh into it as I lay down.

The sound of my door bursting open pulls me from my moment.

I sit up, and Alastor stares at me.

" Your a hybrid. "

" Tell anyone and I won't hesitate to kill you." I growl.

" You can't kill me. I am your husband. "

" Not after today. "

He scoffs, making his way to me. Gripping my throat, he bares his teeth. " Do I need to remind you who owns you? "

" You don't own me. " My voice is strained from my throat being squeezed.

" I do. You are my wife, my slut, my toy.  "

He begins to remove his belt with his free hand, and I writh under him.