The Kiss Of Draven

Chapter Four: Marriage & Matrimony

THERE WAS NO POSSIBLE way my father could ask such a thing of me. Now seemed to be a horrible time to finally give me someone after a thousand millennia's of being alone. You look lonely. He said, as if it was the most noticeable thing in the world.

Did I look lonely? Maybe so.

But I did not want an arranged marriage.

My rage and sorrow filled cries broke from my chest, the rain pelting down hard against my tatted skin. Thunder cackled above me, unable to reel in on my emotions, my heart breaking before it could even be claimed.

"I'm astounded that you both could join me today at such late notice." My father's deep baritone voice cut through the air, so striking and powerful, standing from his thrown in all his glory. I held the need to roll my eyes. Even if we didn't come, he would have sent his guards to retrieve us from our necks like dogs.

He was a tall man like all Gods but bigger like his two brothers, Hades, and Poseidon. They all oozed the similar power of authority but yet they all looked completely different from one another.

My father, Zeus had shoulder length striking white locs even whiter than my own with eyes that held no pupils, completely white and completely terrifying. A deep long jagged scar cut through his left eye making his features appear stoic and chilling. His build was lean and packed with muscles of a warrior, with glowing white symbols drawn over his dark skin, fading into the white and gold embroidered robe that was wrapped around his waist, covering himself.

There was no denying that Apollo and I were his children, the resemblance was tragically uncanny. Though we looked like him we did not inherit his malicious ways.

"No trouble at all father." Apollo bowed. I did not.

Bowing to a man who had given me nothing but sorrow and despair. I loathed this man, hating the way he made me feel. Hating how emotional I became around him. He had given me no love. Only wars and battles, fighting alongside him till the death. I didn't need destruction. I needed a father.

Obviously, he noted my incompetence at applying to his rules, his eyes narrowing on me as he descended the stairs, taking my hand in his and kissing the back rather roughly. The guards along the walls were stiff, unmoving. Keeping their eyes locked on me and my disobedience.

"I won't hold you two for long." He said as I took my hand from his cold ones quickly before I could zap him with my power. "I wanted to ask my daughter what she thinks of Ares, the God of war." He said it so carelessly, staring me down with eyes I couldn't see but felt.

"What's this about?" I was growing suspicious by the second. This wasn't looking too good.

"You look lonely, which is no one's fault but my own, daughter. I feel you have yearned for a man's touch. Am I wrong?" He asked, raising his one good brow. The room had gone bone chilling, sweat coating my spine.

What the hell?

"Why would you think th—," I cut myself off, my eyes widening. That foul bitch Hera, using her powers to feel my emotions. How dare she invade my body, prying her way through my privacy. "I don't need invasion from your wife, father." Menace leaking from my voice. I could feel the daggers being thrown towards me from every guard in the room.