Sovereign

Qostaria.

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The more I struggled, the tighter the straps became. Tears flowed down my face in torrents and my voice was hoarse from all the screaming. Screaming which was of course muffled by the gag. I wanted- no; I needed it to stop.

I couldn't even make out what the priests were saying anymore. This was their last ditch effort to cure me but I couldn't help but think they were getting off from this. It was no secret that the fae hated olympians but they hated half breeds more; especially the church.
Coming here was a mistake, I wanted to go home but then again where was home?

After what seemed like an eternity the chanting stopped. The only sound I could register was my own sobs. "It'll take a few more days to completely remove the effects of the poison princess, please hold on till then," one of the priests said before they all shuffled out of the room. Minutes later the door opened again and Irene came in. She undid the straps and cleaned me up without saying a word which was odd because she was usually so chatty.

"Do I look like such a mess that you don't even want to talk to me today?" Irene stopped for a moment, "the high priest said I am not to speak so informally with the lady because even if you are being treated here you are still the king's child of unknown origin."

I'd like to say I was taken aback but I wasn't. I was very much aware of how my presence shook Qostaria, even more so that I was actually here. It was ridiculous in more ways than one. All I gave her was a nod in response, Irene was a sweet girl but she was still a maid. They could make her life very hard if they needed to.

She left after finishing her duties and the guard stepped in to escort me back to my room. Ever since I set foot in the temple I was never left alone because I was a danger to myself and others. Another thing which I found absurd, they had already put inhibitors on me so how could I hurt anyone?

It had been about two weeks since I was sent here and in that time no one outside of this temple was allowed to see me, not even my uncle.

I had only just managed to fall asleep after tossing and turning for hours when a sound, barely a whisper rang in my ears. At first I ignored it but then it came again and again, which more urgency. Finally I threw the covers to the side but there was no one.

"Good, you're awake." My heart leapt to my throat. There was no one here, but someone had said something. "I don't have much time so if you want me to actually do something about your condition you won't ask any questions," I looked around the room again then at the inhibitors on my wrists and ankles.

"For someone so powerful you really are gullible, do you honestly think those trinkets could do any real damage? Ive seen nekromantiea less powerful than you get out of worse."

I didn't know who this was, I probably shouldn't have trusted someone who wouldn't show themselves but I was desperate. I wanted to be cured but not if it meant going through what I did today over and over.

Breaking the inhibitors was fairly easy but the pain was there and as soon as the last one was off the ground disappeared under me.

Suddenly I wasn't in my room anymore, I didn't know where I was but anywhere was better than that hellhole. Looking around, the place looked like a library, painfully similar to the one back at the larimar palace. Footsteps echoed through the room before a man stepped out from behind one of the bookshelves, his nose stuck in a book.

"Took you long enough," he said, closing the book and looking up at me. The shock on my face must've been poorly hidden because he raised a perfectly curved brow at me.

This man...looked so much like me that it was a bit unnerving. My heart banged against my ribcage in a painful rhythm, dozens of questions flowing through my mind. As if going by his looks wasn't enough the feeling of familiarity I felt with varda the first time we met was present and stronger. I didn't know who he was, and I was very certain we had never met but my soul knew him.

"Are you my father?"

He smiled at me with his eyes and I felt my legs give out but before I completely lost my balance he was holding me up. "I think you need to sit down."

And that's what we did, but my head was still spinning, he still hadn't answered my question. I opened my mouth to ask again when he cut me off, "no, I'm not your father."

I felt my heart shatter in that moment, losing hope I didn't even know I had.

"But I am his brother."

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