A Werewolf's Mate

Queen Freyja

I do not remember what happened after she cut my escape route. Everything just blacked out then. When I slowly came to, I was already in this unfamiliar place with shackles bounding both my hands above me- yep, I am practically dangling from the ceiling above me- and my feet with a large iron ball.

My, isn't this like the dungeon where they torture people in movies?

I thought as I looked around. Yep. It was pretty much like that.

I tried to move my limbs and thank heavens, they practically seem fine to me. There were no visible injuries and they seem to be working perfectly well. So...

What's this uneasiness? Why do I feel as though there is something not right in me?

Before I could piece out whatever that was, I heard the loud clanging of the door being opened from the outside.

It slowly opened and in came the very person who dragged me to wherever the hell I am right now.

"Oh, you're awake already? Your highness?" She said with sarcasm as she smirked derisively at me.

Gosh. What did I do to make you hate me so much?

"Where am I?" I asked slowly through gritted teeth. Well, unnecessary movement might cause me my life so I'd better play nice as of the moment.

"You're in Vanaheim, dearest sweet princess." She answered, as if mocking my title while looking at me disapprovingly.

"Vanaheim? Well how in nine hells did I get here? Doesn't matter, the moment my mate finds out I'm gone I swear he will find you and cut your throat open." I spat at her trying to act tough. Goddesses, I can't have her knowing I am deeply scared of her and for my life right now.

"My, such vulgar speech. Really indecorous of someone of your standing-- a princess such as yourself and the rightful heir to Asgard." She spoke disgustingly and lustfully sweet as she strode closer.

"What merit is there to your life except your title foolish one?" She asked as she grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing me to look up to her. "I can never understand why he's so obsessed with you."

"Oh my, so a little girl-- a demi as you might say-- like me is the core of your envy. There is merit to my life after all, right?" I smirked at her, digging my own grave, by trying to pick her nerve.

And, as luck may have it, I did it successfully which is why I have this cut on my lower lip as her hand connected with my face. Well she had sharp nails, that woman. I kept my head down before I chuckled lowly.

"I suppose I can't help it if you want to mess the face of the woman your man is so obsessed of, can I? After all, I would do the same as well." I turned to her with pity and derision, insulting her to the best of my efforts.

"How dare you mock a Goddess like me?!" She cried of annoyance and was ready to hit me again. "You know so little of your position here little girl."

"I could ask you the same. How dare you mock a Queen like me? Well I suppose the Queen of Asgard isn't really welcome in Vanaheim right?" I stared at her through eyes filled with contempt. "Although I can see your hate is stemming from something else."

"You little bi--" she was cut when the door to my prison opened and in came a woman I've never seen before, who strongly reeks the stench of death.

She had this long gown draped across her body. The material hugged her upper body so tightly as if flaunting her perfect curves and the way her long skirt swayed with every step she took told me she was definitely someone from the higher ups.

"That is enough, Hecate." She spoke oh so calmly yet immediately instilled fear in the deepest parts of my soul. Even this goddess, who made me feel fear as well, cowered in fear at her presence as she immediately lowered her head and stepped back.

"Hello, Princess of-- Ah! Wait. No, that shouldn't be correct. Frigg died and so that makes you now Queen of Asgard-- Queen Eir." She greeted me and nodded gently.

"And who are you?" I asked with the same venom I've been coating my words with.

"How dare you take that tone with her majesty, Queen Freyja, you little brat?" Hecate bit harshly and she seemed to be ready to chew me out if not for this Queen she highly respected.

Queen Freyja just giggled softly before she waved for Hecate to shut up and turned back to me.

"My, you are lovely indeed. You have Frigg's beauty and smile but you have your father's eyes and ferocity. No wonder my son was smitten with you."

"Son?" I repeated and looked at her confused of the thing she just claimed.

"Why, Prince Elzer. Prince of Vanaheim, my heir and scion. My dearest only son."

"Elzer... Elzer is your son?" I couldn't seem to believe it but it does make sense. Elzer was indeed the prince of Vanirs and if this woman really is who Hecate say she is then she must be the Queen of the Vanirs.

"Yes. He was also the one who led me to you. I must say he did a wonderful job." She said and seemed to stretch out the word, putting more emphasis.

"What do you want with me? I've done nothing wrong to either of you! Why do you keep harassing me?!"

"Well there are a lot of things that I want from you, little one, and I know you can't give it to me."

"You want Asgard? Fine! Take it! You want my power? Take it as well! Just leave me alone!!" I cried and the shackles on my hands rattled for a brief moment. She raised her hands and I fell limp and powerless. "What... What did you... do to me?"

"I did nothing to you, child. I only enforced the shackles that bound you with more power. I didn't expect you were strong enough to be able to break Hecate's binds. Well, almost." She shrugged.

"Your... Your highness! I am deeply sorry for the poor binds I made. I will re-do it immediately."

"Save your breath, Hecate. The moment you try to re-do it, she'll have you pinned on the wall with a dagger of light to your throat." Queen Freyja replied and looked over to her that got her panicking and scared.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, your highness, I shall be on my way then. I only wanted to gaze at your profile for a little bit." She said and did her slight nod again before she turned around.

"And might I add one more thing. It's best not to underestimate that child, Hecate. I'm saying this for your own good." And with that she walked out without even listening to Hecate answer with a loud "Yes, your majesty."

"Well, my merit just went up, did it? Hecate."

Why must I always pick a fight with her?

Was my last thought before she knocked me unconscious probably from hatred.

I'm back! Been a while since I last wrote stories, huh? Sorry for that. Well, I hope you continue to give this story your love and energy. Thank you!

Xoxo,
Halloween G.