Bewitching the Beast

Chapter 8

Hey guy, I am so sorry for not updating forever. My school doesn't let me have access to this site and I don't like to use my data, so I use my grandma's wifi when I'm there so yeah. Updates are always going to be really scetchy. I am really sorry. 

Thrain

As the morning light showered the floor of the dungeons I was passing back and forth, back and forth like an angry tiger that has been trapped in a cage. How dare she do that to him. How dare sheets him with the feelings of being human again. And how dare she come here when she was forbidden. Why hadn't Rowland stopped her. What the hell was she doing out of bed at that hour anyway. She shouldn't be able to hear him from her rooms. It was impossible, no human with diluted witch blood could be able to hear that well.

About an hour later Rowland came in and caught me passing back and forth. I rounded towards him and growled.

"Where the hell were you last night?"

"I was outside of her door the entire night. Where do you think that I was."

"Not at your post. Now please explain to me why she was in here last night when you were suppose to be outside her door?" I barked.

"She never left her rooms." He said looking at me like I lost it.

"She did. Ask Freya. She helped her fold a stack of towels that she dropped when she saw her come up from here. She fought me. She changed my fur into skin again you idiot.

"Freya's scared of her own shadow, she probably said it to make you happy and to get you away from her. You scare her more than anything. The only reason she stayed is because she didn't have anywhere else to go. It might have been 700 years ago, but that was the only reason that she stayed. Trust me." Rowland stated, staring his master and his best friend in eye as he tried to figure out why the girl is still here. "You like her, don't you?" He asked.

"Honestly Rowland, how long have we known each other? I could never care for a creature like her. It taste like bile to have to let her live here. I hate it. I want her out, but I also don't want to anger the witches anymore than I already did."

I looked at Rowland's hard face and knew that he still wasn't convinced. But I didn't care I needed to get out. I needed to run. I needed to be free for a little bit and not worry about any of my royal duties. You need to get that image out of your head is what you mean. Said a little voice in my head. That image. That image of Ivy curled up in a ball.The fear on her made the room pungent with it. A faint smell of it still lingered in the room. The smell of it was so thick that it coated my tongue. But her eyes. They didn't hold any fear in them. It was almost a pity. I don't need the daughter of my enemies pity!

Rowland, being Rowland, sensed that I needed an out, so he moved out of the doorway. I bolted like a bat out of hell. I just couldn't stay in that damned castle any more.

I ran to the garden. My only refuge from the life that I have had to lead for the past 700 plus years. I wandered around in the gardens for ever. Until I heard the almost silent crunch of the gravel. The quick gasps for breath. The air didn't smell like fear. There were no enemies that could preach this nightmare. They were all long dead. The sound kept coming. The near silent footfalls held a steady beat like a war drum.I quickly hid among the bushes. Praying to whatever cruel god that was on duty that I wouldn't get found. I kept quiet as I heard the crunching of gravel get louder and louder, until it felt like the intruder would be right ontop of me. Then I saw her.

Ivy.

She was running along, her beautiful hair swishing behind her like a train to a bride's gown.Her feet pounded a steady beat like a war drum as her long legs gobbled up the distance between her and her destination. Her body was more toned than the last time that he had seen her. More muscular almost, but it didn't take away from her feminine figure that her jogging clothes made out to look killer. The light breeze swept her hair into her face, and I could make out the different colors in it. It looked more permanent that it did all those days ago when he had first brought her here.Her face looked different too. Her cheek bones stuck out a little more. Not in the way that suggested that she starved herself, but more like she was maturing into her body. The air around her even felt different. More sophisticated and elegant. Even her movements looked well thought out and smooth, compared to when he first met her and she was all over the place.