The Warrior Queen

Chapter Two

Chapter Two
I stared at the door hard, hoping that maybe just a small ounce of my power would come through and it would swing open. I know it's useless, but it's not like I have anything better to do. At least I'm trying.

I groaned and slunk back into my chair. It's not working. Whatever he drugged me with is staying in my system. But who knows how long it will last? I have to keep trying periodically, just in case it begins to wear off. Maybe I'll have a moment between when they notice and when I notice to escape.

I slipped the spoon from my soup into my sleeve, but it's not going to do me any good strapped to this chair. I looked down at the chain around my ankles and frowned.

I slipped the handle of the spoon under the first chain and tried wiggling it around. It didn't do anything. I tried adding some pressure, but still nothing. My strength is coming back, but it's still not quite there yet.

I decided to quit while I was ahead, realizing that I still need to gather my strength. Depleting what little I have left won't do me any good. I slipped the spoon back up my sleeve just as the door began to open. Perfect timing.

Caroline practically skipped into the room. "I'm here to ask you one last time if you would like to tell the Dark Prince to send over Cameron."

"You know I won't," I informed her, shrugging.

"I know," Caroline nodded. "You know they are going to torture you until you do."

"I know."

Caroline eyed me for a moment, her face unreadable. It wouldn't be if I had my powers. But I refuse to depend on them. I always told myself that one day this could happen. It's why I insisted on learning how to fight without them.

"You know, this isn't going to be like any torture you've endured before. Anything that might've happened in Daemonium was in your own kingdom. You were their Princess. No matter what that means to them there, we both know they went easy. That won't be the case here."

"I know," I said again, because I do. But I'm not afraid.

Let them torture me. Let them try to break me. But my resolve will never slip. I am protecting my people, and that is all that matters. They have Rowan if something bad happens to me. They both do. I know he would take care of both kingdoms for me.

"Are you sure," Caroline asked again.

"I'm positive."

Caroline nodded once. Then twice before slowly making her way out of the room without another word. Once she was gone, I sagged into the chair and let out a long breath.

I allowed myself one moment. One small moment to fear what is to come. To wallow in self pity for what I will have to endure. One moment, for one small tear to roll down my cheek.

And then that moment was over. I harshly wiped the tear off of my cheek and forced myself to sit tall. I am the princess of the fae and the demons. I can handle a little torture to protect my people. I am strong. I am Freya.

With that thought in mind, I squared my shoulders, held my chin high and prepared for what is to come.

*****

It was hours later, or maybe even minutes, before the door was opened again. This time, it was Stefan who walked through the door.

I refused to let dread coil in my stomach. I can handle this man. I know that I can. I couldn't, however, push away the rage I felt as I looked at him.

This man is the reason for all of my pain. He is the cause of all of the deaths and all of the carnage. He makes even Sebastian look like an innocent bunny. I'm sure the two would get along great.