The Entanglement {Book 1}

Chapter 17: My Dearly Departed

{Sigurd pronounced SEEG-URD}

{Iselut pronounced IS-LOOT. The e is silent}

Have you ever felt like people were talking at you and not to you? Like you were physically present, but mentally you have already checked out. That's how the rest of my day went. I sat and listened to Lord Morris, Alina, guards, and councilmembers. But I have no clue what they were saying to me. Currently, I'm sitting on Alina's bed as she talks about who knows what. How did they expect me to focus when I just stabbed my own mother? How could I explain it to Oliver? Why did I do that?

"Addeline!" Alina shouts causing me to jump. I tear my eyes away from her sheer white curtains and look into her concerned brown eyes.

"Are you listening to me?" I shrug my shoulders and look back down at my hands. I had scrubbed them so many times that Alina and Lord Morris had to pry me out the bathroom before I scrubbed my skin off. I still felt like I had blood on them. I stared at them and swore that blood was dripping down my fingertips onto my gown and down to the floor. Alina touched my hands, and I looked up at her.

"Why don't you just try and sleep?" she offered and climbed into the bed. She patted the space next to her, and I jumped over to her and laid my head on her breast. She stroked my arm trying to coax me into sleep. I knew the moment I closed my eyes all I would see is her dead body. I didn't want to sleep or eat or even be here. I wanted to be with Damien. I wished he would scoop in through the window and carry me away from my problems.

But he wasn't coming. He had no idea what I had done to my own mother. And if he did come here, then it would trouble. Lord Morris would probably fight him over me. If Lord Morris ever became a threat to him, then I would gut him.

Just like you gutted that servant my subconscious replied. My insides went topside, and it felt like I was gut punched. I had killed two of my own kind, and here I was talking about killing another person. What has become of me? I have killed a few people in my lifetime but never my own. Not until now at least.

"She isn't resting or eating," Alina replies to Lord Morris. I had not noticed that she left the bed nor that Lord Morris came to the door.

"Alright then, I'm taking her." Alina held her hand out to stop him

"I think I can handle my friend," she replied defensively

"Obviously because nothing has changed in her condition," he grumbled as he pushed past her and walked over to the bed where I laid. I was curled into a small ball looking at the wall.

I felt hands slid up under me and pull me from the bed and into its firm arms. I noticed that it was a tad darker in here, how long had I zoned out? Lord Morris carried me to the door with Alina glaring at him,

"Relax, she is safe with me," he replied

"If I found out you touch her in any way-"

"I would never do that to her," he growled before walking out into the hallway. I heard Alina grumble before he brought me into his room and shut the door. He carried me all the way to his vast circle bed.

The Lord kicked his shoes off by the rim of the bed and then crawled into the middle with me still in his arms. He crossed his legs and sat me right between them with my back pressed against his. He sighed and caressed my blonde locs

"I know you aren't talking much, but you can still listen right?" he asks, and I blink.

"Good," he replies not waiting on a response.

"When I was born, I was abandoned by both my mother and father. I was raised by this woman. Her name really isn't that important, but she was more of a hermit crab. She did not for any reason go into town or the woods. She just could not leave her cottage. So as I grew older, she grew lonelier. I was only a child, and she longed for a lover. So when I was around 14, she decided she did not want to wait any longer. She wanted to groom me into her lover." My stomach churned in disgust. A grown woman lusting after a child. How disgusting.