Wanderess

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

"Fayre, no!" Adrian begged and pleaded as he struggled against the Guards holding him down. He watched helplessly as Fayre gave herself up for him, as she sacrificed what meant most to her.

The Demons around her grabbed her and she didn't resist. He could see how tight their grip was from across the room, her arms were turning purple. Two more Guards came up behind her and pulled on one wing each. He heard her give out a low whimper. His heart broke for her, for the Princess willing to save him.

Well, it seems I was wrong, Boy.

His grandfather's words resonated in his head. She cared enough to save him. He loved her even more for her actions, but he couldn't let her do this. Adrian started screaming out to this grandfather, telling him to take his wings, to leave her alone, to kill him instead. His offers rebounded off of the King easily. No one was listening to him. He was helpless.

He was useless to Fayre, and that was what broke him the most. He watched with tears in his eyes as the Guards again pulled on her wings, and as she let out a sharp cry.

"Do it." His Grandfathers voice carried over the large ballroom as he sat back down on the large white throne.

One of the Guards from the side of the King's throne pulled out a short sword from his belt, bent his head down to the King's side as he whispered in the Guards ear. After a quick nod from the Guard, the blade became closer and closer to his Queen.

His shouts became louder and sloppier and tears streamed down his face. Fayre's dazzling eyes met his from across the bloodied room and she gave him a reassuring smile.

She was reassuring him?

Here she was, about to be mutilated and tortured, and she was trying to make him feel better. This woman was incredible, and he'd be damned if he let Malvat live after the monstrosities that occurred this day.

The Guard came closer to Fayre. she gave Adrian one last small smile before she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath.

Adrian followed the blade as it lightly glided over the blood-soaked wings of the Princess, the blue tint hidden under the gore.

Without warning, the blade plunged int the membrane of the delicate wings. Not at the base where they sprouted from her back, no- in the centre of the wing. The Guard dragged the blade outward as Fayre screamed in agony. The cut was jagged and messy. What was happening?

He could hear the Light Princess sobbing as the blade was pulled out of her wing. Adrian turned his head away ad the Guard drove the dagger into another spot on the feathered Birthright. He searched the room until he came upon the smirking King.

He couldn't help himself. Adrian screamed at his grandfather. "You monster, what are you doing to her?!" His voice broke halfway through as he heard Fayre's tormented screams. Screams that would undoubtedly haunt him for the rest of his miserable life.

"You should know better than to make a deal with the devil, Sweetheart. I do not play fair, and I don't take well to ultimatums. I will not kill you. You will not lose your wings," He answered Adrian's question, but to Fayre and without taking his gaze off of the bloodied cuts decorating the Princess's wings, "however, you will be scarred for the entirety of your lifetime. And every time you look at your precious Birthright, you will be reminded that you lost and that you are nothing."