The Dark Prince

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Six
It has been two weeks. Since Christian passed away. Since Cameron last spoke to me. Things really have moved in slow motion since then.

Every day, a new person has died. 16 people have died in total. Because of the decisions I made. There is no pattern. No clues as to who they will target next. Yet, my decision has not changed.

True to his word, Aiden has forced himself to get up every day and live his life. He allowed himself one day to mourn. Well, two, if you count Christians funeral.

Aiden isn't exactly himself, but he's trying. He's trying so hard to be okay. For Christian. Jeremy has kept his distance. He asks me every day how Aiden is doing, but never dares talk to him. I think he's afraid he might just be a reminder.

The fae and the demons are still no closer to working together. Everyday, at least one thing goes wrong during training. It's to the point where I'm just so tired of yelling at them. So tired of dealing with the pattern my life has become. So tired.

Rowan is worried about me. He says so everyday. But I just don't have the time to worry about myself on top of everything else.

I walked to the throne room in silence, glad that I convinced Rowan to let me go alone. This is the first time I've talked to the king since Christian died. I didn't want to deal with the gloating. But his requests to see me are no longer requests, so here I am.

I rolled my shoulders back before nodding at the guards and walking into the throne room. The king sat perched in his chair, his body relaxed.

He tilted his head in my direction as I approached. "How nice of you to join me."

"What do you want," I questioned, in no mood to play any of his games.

"How do you like playing queen," he questioned, ignoring me.

I narrowed my eyes. "So, what? You want me to tell you that you were right all along?"

The king shrugged and leaned back into his chair. "That would be nice. I do love being right."

I gritted my teeth together. "I am in no mood to play this little game with you. So if you could cut to the chase and stop wasting my time, that would be great," I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You seem a little testy," the king sighed.

I tried to calm my breathing, before I did something that would get me killed. My temper has been off lately. It's only a matter of time before it explodes.

"I wonder why," I bit out.

"If you can't last a few weeks as queen, there is no way you'll last a life time."

"Thanks for the advice. Are we done here?"

The king rolled his eyes. "That wasn't advice. That was a warning."

"Well then what do you want me to do," I growled, exasperated.

"I want you to grow up," the king shrugged.

"Excuse me?"

"You act like a child. The way you react to things, the decisions you make. They are all things children would do. You need to grow a pair and learn how to act like an adult."

I blew out a long breath. What does that even mean? What does he want from me? I am trying my best. I don't know what else I could possibly do.

I am attending the meetings. I am keeping things in check. I am ignoring my feelings for Rowan in order to keep my head clear and my decisions even clearer. I am allowing my best friend to hate me in order to keep both kingdoms safe. What more could I possibly do?