Princess Amara

Chapter Twenty-One

I took shaky breaths as the large golden door slowly pushed open, revealing a small woman. 

Her skin a worn blue color, wrinkles inset into her face, and her eyes beady and untrustworthy. 

A Holy Warrior. 

Had I not been a professional, I would have immediately looked over at Irian and pure disbelief. 

He told me this was a temple, but a temple ran by Holy Warriors? Unbelievable. 

Holy Warriors were a group of women who served the Ultimate Goddess, and absolutely nothing about them was known to the general public, except not to get too close. 

Even my Father, the King, had limited knowledge of their affairs. 

And they kept it that way. 

I hesitated. 

I knew that I should most definitely say 'wrong door' and turn my ass around. 

But Irian quickly pressed his hand onto my shoulder and groaned lowly. 

My eyes shot to him, just barely, clearly understanding the message displayed on his face. 

Stick to the fucking plan. 

Little did he know, his plan was straight ass, because Holy Warriors weren't fooled or taken advantage of. 

No one knew exactly what they could do, they kept that information to themselves, but everyone knew that if you fucked with one you got fucked up. 

I stared back at the small woman, her sky blue known around the Realm as a sign of divinity, the light complexion of it showing that she was somewhat new to the coven. 

I tried not to cringe as I made eye contact with her. Her bright copper eyes a clear sign she was in fact a Priestess of the order. 

Fuck me. 

I but on a shaky smile, not needing to pretend to be nervous anymore. This was no regular temple, and no regular people to fool. 

I wrapped my arm around Irian, pretending to try and hold his weight, as I bowed my wrapped head deeply. "Your Holiness, please lend your aid. M-my husband, h-he, h-he needs help" my voice quaked, as I made sure to avert my eyes. 

They would immediately be able to pinpoint the green of my eyes to a man who had lost his fucking mind at the moment. 

There was silence, as I felt the woman stare me down. 

I felt the labored breathing of Irian as he placed even more of his weight into, nearly making my knees buckle. 

Fucking hell, he was heavy. 

I wheezed again, pushing my neck even further down, "we were traveling to the Bay and he suddenly grew weak, I-I don't know what to do" I wheezed, as Irian continued to lean more of his weight into my small body. 

Fucking fat ass. 

Sweat rolled down the side of my face, as I waited even more in the silence of the priestess. 

"No-" the woman started, only for Irian to let out some shitty grunt, which was not the signal, before completely collapsing on top of me. 

I went down like a sack of potatoes, my face connecting with the rough stone of the temple floor with a whine of pain. 

"Shit- help! Please help me!" I screamed, under the crushing weight of the fucking fatass who had pretended to pass out on me, instead of next to me, like our fucking plan had been set up.