FREYA I tried to scream and wiggle against the strong arms around me but it was useless. I couldn't make out my surroundings as my view was clouded with darkness. Whoever had seized me possessed both immense strength and an ominous, otherworldly power. My breath started to dye down, the air so hot that I exhaled forcefully to keep myself conscious. Draven had warned me not to move, but I didn't listen. I wouldn't blame him if he left without saving me from… Suddenly, I fell flat to the ground, my nostrils enveloped by the smell of fresh grass. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, and I thanked God for saving me for yet another time. I abruptly got up, and found myself staring at Draven who had a blank expression on his face. Subconsciously, I turned to look around and see the person who had grabbed me. But the forest was still, the sounds and smell of nature persisting like I had imagined what happened. My heart raced in panic and confusion, seeing how Draven's gaze
FREYA It didn't take me long to realise that Karen had been the one to yell "stop." I couldn't fathom her reasons, considering the immense respect she held for Draven. She wouldn't dare interfere in his affairs. Almost all hope had slipped away when Draven, surprisingly, released his grip on me and stepped back. His eyes returned to their usual black hue. His gaze shifted from the ABBADON sisters to me, and genuine anger spread across his features. What had happened during my absence? What had I done wrong? Draven walked away, disappearing majestically from our sight. Stace and Susan remained seated on the ground, trembling, avoiding my gaze. Karen distanced herself from them, staring into the sky. I was left bewildered and isolated once again. “Karen… please, what happened?“ I implored. Karen shifted her gaze from the sky to me, her expression as though she were meeting me for the first time. "Why did you leave?" Her question sent a chill of regret down my spi
Freya's eyes opened and slowly adjusted to the room's brightness. She squinted and tried to get up from the cold floor where she lay, her head hammering like a train was running through it. She felt weak—weaker than she had been in her entire life. And the worst thing was that she barely remembered anything that happened. Or how she got in the… She suddenly flinched when she felt something crawling up her skin and her eyes got completely open. “Argh!“ Freya jumped off the floor as she saw the “thing” in question was a snake. It was very tiny but she had seen so much in her life to judge anything by their size. That thing could kill her with just a single strike for all she knew. She was so distracted by the snake crawling towards her that she didn't bother to look around the room and find out where she was. Eventually, she discovered that she was not alone when she heard someone sigh. Freya immediately forgot about the snake and raised her head to look at the entrance t
Freya died a thousand deaths after he left. For minutes, she stood frozen in place as she looked at where he had been sitting like she could still see him there. “Oh my God,” she said, crashing to the cold floor. “What is this?“ Strangely, even after everything that happened, Freya still wasn't scared of the situation on ground. She was only thinking about her brother and how he would react and cope with life if she never goes back to him. Freya's heart broke at the thought of that. That man—the handsome devil in human form who had tortured her with just his touch, had said her death would be more pleasurable than that of the others if she was what he saw in her eyes. Which brought her to the question: WHAT WAS IT THAT HE SAW IN HER EYES? Freya soon realised that she was worrying about the wrong thing. Her survival instincts were screaming and warning her to get out of wherever she was before it became too late. But how? Her gaze travelled to the door, and she remembered
“We've gathered here once again for the wedding of our lovely Lord—” A single glance from the Lord sent the priest or whoever he was running to the back of the wooden table on the altar. “Er…” said the priest from his place of protection. “W-what I was trying to say is that—today is our L-lord's wedding day. And the bride may come up now.“ The 'Lord' then looked down at a very shocked and scared-looking Freya and outstretched his hands to her. Freya felt her heart beating faster than possible as she stared at his outstretched hand. The large room was filled with people looking at her with stern and pitiful expressions on their faces. She raised up her head and looked at his face, and noticed with scepticism that he didn't seem stressed or impatient in the least—like this was his daily routine. What was happening? Could she be dreaming? Was this some kind of joke someone she knew had plotted? But when Freya looked around for perhaps the third time, she realised that th
The wedding ceremony finally came to an end and it was time for the groom and bride to go to their home. Freya couldn't stop blushing at the back of the caravan that rode them. He was sitting with her at the back and looking out. Freya got the opportunity to study the corners of his face and his biceps, which poked out of the clothes he was wearing and made him look like a Greek god. Her cheeks went hot again as the memory of their kiss played in her mind and she brought up her fingers to touch her lips. “You seem very happy,” he spoke for the first time since the beginning of their journey. His voice brought her to the present, and realisation dawned on her that she still didn't know him or know why and how she was here—and they had just exchanged vows at their wedding. What has she been thinking about ever since? Did this man put a spell on her or what? “I—Why am I here?“ she asked first, since that was the only conversation starter she could think of. There was a momen
Freya almost couldn't remember the rest of the torture. But several minutes passed before she felt his touch off her body. He brought a towel and let it fall on her, starting to dry her before she flinched and nodded in the negative, her eyes closed from embarrassment. “I can dry myself… Draven,” she spoke, so embarrassed by the fact that he had seen and touched her body that she couldn't bear to look in his eyes. He didn't respond. After some seconds, Freya heard the bathroom door close shut. She immediately opened her eyes and stepped off the tub after drying herself. Then she looked at her appearance in the mirror. Nothing had changed —just that her cheeks were pink and she looked nervous and stressed. Freya stepped out of the bathroom to the chambers after wearing her nightgown, half-expecting to meet him there. But the room was empty. She felt a little sad about that. She walked to the mirror in the room with a comb in her hand, numb and wondering how her brother was far
Freya followed him outside of the castle with an anxious face and scared heart. He looked so normal when he told his father that going out was a good idea. Was he going to do something to her? It was really dark now, probably past 7P.M., and Freya didn't want to see the kingdom for the first time at night—maybe because she feared he'd… “Freya,” he called her, his expression blending with the darkness. He was already on one of the black royal horses. “My Lord,” Freya answered, still avoiding his gaze. “Get on.“ Freya looked around in confusion. They were at the back of the palace where up to twenty horses rested, and there were also some guards around. How come he climbed on one of the horses and asked her to get on herself? She'd read novels before. Wasn't he supposed to help her get up the horse? “I don't know how to,” she replied, sounding puzzled and frustrated. “Have you never rode a horse?“ What? Rode? His intention was for her to ride on another horse dif