Chapter Three: Mare

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As I was led back to my cell, my thoughts were a chaos of Maven, memories of what he was like before, and why did he say yes? I asked that as a sort of test, thinking he would say no. It was really the only thing I could think of on the spot that he wouldn't immediately shoot down, and somehow... it worked?? If he would say yes to this, what else could I persuade him to do for me? 

I tripped over the stairs, practically out of it, and I almost missed the tall, broad figure walking towards us. By us, I mean our happy family of me and my Arven guards. Speaking of them, they roughly pulled me to a halt at the top of the staircase. 

The man before me had silver hair, a muscular body, and milky white skin. 

Ptolemus Samos. 

My growl sounded inhuman, and even with my manacles, he had the sense to take a step back. I wanted to tear him apart for what he did to my brother. I wished I was a magnetron, just so he could feel pain exactly like Shade's. 

He handed an envelope to one of the guards as the other two restrained my arms. I tried to kick at them, but it was no use. He caught my eyes and smirked as he turned and left. 

I slumped. I was annoyed with myself for using up what little strength I had on the bastard.

 We entered my lovely room, and the thick envelope was thrown at me. I already knew it was from Maven. Who else would label it and put a royal stamp on it when it wasn't even leaving the palace? I scoffed and ripped the fancy paper open. 

Dear Mare, 

Since we agreed on our deal, you need to hold up your end of the bargain. The newscast will be held in two days, which is more than enough time to memorize your speech. Be grateful I didn't give this to you the morning of. 

I rolled my eyes. I hate him.

Don't roll your eyes, it's not ladylike. 

He knows me too well. I wanted to burn this dumb letter so badly.

Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow.

~King Maven

Against my better judgement, I waited until the Arvens weren't looking to stuff his words in between the bed frame and the sheets. I opened the long speech and started to look it over. It made me want to vomit.

What was wrong with me? 

I didn't know.

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