The Three Kings

Chapter 19

"you touch me and suddenly I feel a little less war-torn.
I'm not sure what peace is supposed to feel like but
I think it may feel a lot like you"

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Hanna
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"Samson," King Sebastian said, disrupting the silence that had fallen over the room, "why don't you go grab the bags from the car."

I shuffled my feet and took a deep breath. Everyone was staring at. Since the moment those words left my mouth, everyone was looking at me and expecting me to say something. The problem was, I couldn't.

"Alright, sir." Samson left, leaving the three of us alone in the foyer.

And even when the front door closed behind Samson, I couldn't say anything. Nothing came out. So, we stood in silence again. Seconds passed, and then minutes, and still, no one said a word. Samson hadn't come back in, and King Xavier was still gone, and I was still struggling to say something--anything. Words were right there. Right on the tip of my tongue, begging to be released, but being held back.

From what? I didn't know. My fear of being rejected? My anxiety that likes to pop up in situations like this? The nervousness that was slowly increasing as each minute passed in silence? Maybe...I didn't know.

I was shaking from the nerves; my hands trembling so much I had to bunch them into fists and hide them behind my back. Tears of frustration had sprung to my eyes too. My stomach began to hurt, the anxiety I was feeling was making it churn. And I just didn't understand why I was having so much difficulty saying what I needed to say. I was getting frustrated by myself, trying desperately to push the words out.

Nothing came.

Tears were spilling down my cheeks.

A large sob ripped through my throat.

My body was quivering. 

The tears fell faster and harder.

Loud, angry sobs came from me.

And everything was too much. It was all just too much. Being isolated for days, feeling miserable, not knowing whether they were going to come back or not, no connection to anybody. Then the arguing and the yelling, falling and hurting myself, King Sebastian showing up, and more arguing.

I hated them. I hated the twins. Hated them for leaving me here all alone. Hated them for taking me away from everyone I loved and cared about.

I hated them!

And yet there was still that part of me that could never hate them, and I hated that part of me more than I hated them.

I collapsed to the ground; landing on my hands and knees. I watched the tears fall onto the floor and pool together as I cried. And then his hands were on me. King Alexander was touching me, trying to console me.

With a great burst of energy, I sat up and shoved his hands off of me. And I attacked. I launched myself at him, claws bursting from my fingertips, I tried to scratch his face. He reacted instantly, his owns hands reaching up and wrapping around my wrists. With his overwhelming strength, he pushed me to the floor onto my back, both hands capturing mine above my head.

I cried harder.

Anger flood into me.

Claws still out, I tried to claw at his hands, but it was no use. I switched gears. Lifting my legs, I kneed him in the balls. He let go of my hands and fell back on his knees, cupping his dick. Using my other leg, I kicked him square in the chest, and he tumbled onto his back. I moved to attack him again, but arms wrapped around my waist and hauled me into them.