Forced Love

Chapter 32

The next morning Drake informed me that there would be a ball the next night.

I had been sitting at the edge of the bed too afraid to move. I still couldn’t believe that I had been released from the bonds. After more than 4 days of being tied to a bed, I was beginning to think he would never let me go. My wrists were severely chafed from the constant rubbing against the rusted metal. My head was pounding, and swelled, from being slapped and punched last night. Even thinking about what he did, just to prove a point to his, made my blood boil. I glared at the back of Drakes head, wishing he were dead. He was in the center of the room dressing for the day, acting like everything is normal. But in fact it isn’t. I feel severely weak from lying face down for 4 days, and I doubt I could walk from the bed to the bathroom without stumbling. And I’m still naked!

I still couldn’t believe that Xavier stood up for me. He actually confronted Drake. No one had done that before. I wanted to hope that this new man would save me somehow; convince Drake to let me go, run away with me, kill drake. I don’t know, maybe he would do something!

 But every time I got to thinking about it, I would immediately shove the idea out of my head. I couldn’t afford to have hope right now. I couldn’t think stupid thoughts, my family depends on me.

“The dress maker is coming by today to make a new dress for you.” The Dark prince said nonchalantly.

I cleared my dry throat. “Why do I need a new dress? I have many more than I need already.” I asked irritated.

“Because my love, you need a new, grander one for the ball.” He was brushing his hair now. His long shaggy black hair.

I frowned in confusion. What was he talking about? A ball?

“What ball?”

Drake turned around and gave me a look like I was stupid before sighing and giving me a small smile. “Sometimes I forget you were not raised in court Elizabeth, you fit in so well here I can hardly notice that you are of peasant blood” I had to bite my lip from retorting to his offensive comment. “It is tradition to throw a ball whenever a member of the royal family returns from a long voyage.”

“I thought you hate your brother though.”

He rolled his eyes boyishly. “I dislike him at times, yes. More often than not I am severely annoyed with him, but I don’t hate him. He’s my only sibling.” He smiled a little as he talked. I could tell that he genuinely meant what he said. “But if for some reason he thinks that he can steal this kingdom from me, just because he was the favored child, then he has another thing coming. I won’t hesitate to imprison him. Anyways, this ball is strictly political. I have to play the role of caring new king who has missed his long lost brother.”

“Oh” I said dumbly.

So basically he is ok with his brother as long as he doesn’t mess with the throne or his image. Of course Drake would want to keep up his image though. The newly crowned king who just so happened to of murdered his father, the former king, can’t afford to look weak. This is how rebellions in the past has started.