Forced Love

Chapter 26

Drake didn’t even look up from the bed as I rushed through the door to our bedroom. He was lying down flat on the bed with his hands folded underneath his head. He looked surprisingly relaxed as he stared at the ceiling. After the outburst he had shown less than ten minutes ago, I was expecting the room to be in shambles but everything seemed to be in order.

He barely glanced at me as I slowly shut the door.

“What took you so long to return? I’ve been waiting for you.” He said casually. He could have been talking about the weather by the tone of his voice. He sounded almost bored.

But his question made me nervous. I literally just came from his father making a move on me. After the King leaned down and kissed me I was able to sort of push him off me. But not before feeling his disgusting wet sloppy kiss all over my clamped lips. As I ran down the hallway away from the gross old man I heard him calling after me:

“Be prepared Elizabeth, soon it will be my bed you are warming and not his.”

I didn’t stop to yell back at him, I just made a beeline straight for my room.

And now here I am. Facing Drake. After his father just assaulted me.

“Uh, I finished up lunch with the King and Queen before coming back.” I lied.

He finally looked at me. “OH really? Did my father say anything to you about me?”

My eyes widened. Did he know? Was he somehow listening in on how his own father plans on killing him and stealing his wife away?

But the real question was if I should tell him or not.

Was a life with Drake more tolerable then what the king has in store for me? The king outright said that he wanted to use my body until he tires of me and then pass me on to his other son. I can just imagine how terrible this fabled other son is. Even though he is called the Light Prince, there is no way he could grow up in this environment and be completely normal. His whole family, except for his mother, in mentally unstable, evil people.

Who knows if I would be treated worse then what I am already facing with Drake. At least with Drake I know that he is sickly in love with me. He wouldn’t kill me, at least for a while. And if I told him of the devious plans then he would be happy with me and protect me right? He wouldn’t let his wife be passed around from his father to his brother. At least that way I would only be raped by him and not his whole male family….

But the nagging in the back of my head told me not to tell him. I hated him. I wanted Drake dead.

He has been nothing but cruel towards me: he kidnapped me, forced me to marry him, raped me, and is keeping me captive in this damned castle. He is fucking crazy! He has my family kept in the dungeons in order to blackmail me into behaving. Maybe I should let him be killed. If he got killed surely there would be a period of time where I can escape. I could make way into the dungeons, free my family, and get the hell out of this nightmare while the kingdom is in uproar over the heir of the throne. The king would need a little time to collect himself before coming for me, which would give me the perfect opportunity!

So all in the matter of a couple of seconds I made up my mind.

“No, after you left we continued on in silence and I came back here alone.” I said evenly, looking him straight in the eye as I lied.

He stared me down, and for a moment I thought that he knew that I was lying. But finally he sighed and looked back up at the ceiling. I relaxed with his stare off of me. I stood there quietly, not knowing what to do now that Drake was ignoring me.