The Fate In Us

Chapter Thirteen

Rosalie Kingdom

Jamettus was awkwardly quiet. He seemed extremely upset. Callista didn't dare to look at him, or even speak. He continuously stared at Hugo, a mixture of emotions on his face, but he usually just trailed behind the group. Hugo was right by Callista's side. She snuck glances at him every once in awhile.

"Now where, Princess?" Iria asked.

"Mojina?" Callista said, sounding more like she was asking a question.

"Sure." Iria led them into the forest so they were out of sight. Callista pushed hair out of her face. She was feeling sweaty and disgusting.

"I don't want Jamettus here," Cleremunda said quietly to Callista. "I do not trust him."

"I don't either, Clere."

"He's a little b-"

"Found her. Get down. Now," Iria demanded in a whisper. Callista crouched down. The rest of them were doing the same. Zahannah came into view, Almon running by her side. They both looked tired and sweaty from all the sprinting. Iria jumped from her hiding spot and tackled Zahannah to the ground.

"Iria," Callista growled. Iria began to choke Zahannah. The princess gagged and squirmed under her grip, glaring up at Iria. "Let go of her!"

"Little bitch," Iria hissed. Her eyes wondered down to Zahannah's neck and she started laughing. Zahannah gasped for air as her face became purple.

"Iria!" Cleremunda growled, grabbing Iria's hair and yanking it. Iria punched Cleremunda in the jaw, making her stumble away. Callista smashed her foot into Iria's nose.

"Get off of her!"

Almon tackled Iria to the floor. Iria finally let go of Zahannah and hit her head against the ground. As she groaned, Zahannah sat up and touched her neck, which was bruised. Almon had his huge hand around Iria's neck, but wasn't squeezing.

"Let go of me," Iria snapped.

"Why the fuck were you touching her?"

"Oh, are you gonna kill me, lover boy?" She cooed.

"I wish. Answer my question."

"'Cause we need her to end this war."

Zahannah shakily stood up. "Almon, please let her go."

Almon got up. Zahannah pulled the top of her dress up to cover her hickeys. Iria stood up in annoyance. "We're going to find your brother."

"Do you really think I could stop this war...?"

"No clue."

Almon watched Iria's every move, his face full of anger. Callista glanced at him for a second. Hm. Prince Almon.

Zahannah hugged Almon's arm. "Miss..."

"Iria," Iria growled. "And I'm married."

"Miss Iria." Zahannah ignored her other statement. "Where is Alexander?"

The conversation they were having was making Cleremunda's face pale. She looked as if she would puke any second. Callista reached over and touched her arm. Cleremunda gagged and doubled over, then began to vomit insanely. Zahannah turned to her as a frown formed on her face. She must be Cleremunda... Poor girl. Callista made sure Cleremunda's hair wouldn't get in her face while she threw up.

Jamettus bowed to Zahannah. "Princess... Hello." He took her hand and kissed it. She stared at him, then returned the bow.

"Prince Jamettus. Greetings." Almon stood there with his arms crossed, watching Zahannah protectively.