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 faring. Freya combed her hair slowly with her eyes shut when suddenly… “My Lady.“ “What the—” she abruptly jumped off the chair with fear in her eyes and face, her gaze falling immediately on an equally shocked Joan. “How are you here?“ “I'm sorry for scaring you… my Lady. I just wanted to inform you that the King and Queen requested your presence. They want to have dinner and get to meet you personally.“ “King and Queen?“ Freya was really confused. “Yes, my lady.“ Joan smiled and lowered her head. “Lord Draven's parents.“ “He's a Prince?!“ Freya had suspected this from the very beginning, but wasn't very sure since he was referred to as “The Lord''. “He is, My Lady,” Joan calmly replied, not showing any form of impatience. Freya's wide agape mouth slowly shut close. “So… that means… I really am a princess. I'm a damn Princess to a mysterious Prince who I have strong feelings for but barely know.“ Freya's mind was far away from the room and castle now, and it was only after Joan cleared her throat that she came back to the present. “I should help with your hair, my Lady.“ Freya nodded and sat back on the chair, too ashamed of the fact that she had appeared so swooned about being a Princess to her maid. In reality, Freya was nervous about meeting his parents. She couldn't help but think of what they thought of her, and she knew they weren't at the wedding which made her more nervous. And she felt a little stupid for not asking him about his parents earlier. Had she seriously assumed that he lived alone in this gigantic castle? “Joan?“ “Yes, my Lady.“ “I want to ask a question… one that might make you uncomfortable.“ “Ask me anything, my Lady.“ Freya stilled herself. She didn't know the reason but she sincerely wanted to ask this particular question. “H-how many wives did he marry… earlier?“ Joan froze, and Freya could feel the sudden shift in the air and the comb go off her hair. “My Lady…” “I want to know!“ Freya sounded harsher than she intended, and she almost hit herself when she saw the pained look in Joan's eyes. “Three, my Lady. Y-you're the fourth.“ Freya stopped breathing as she processed Joan's reply. She felt real fear crawl up her skin for the first time. Three past wives? She had expected it to be two in the most. Had he killed all three of them with his… Freya closed her eyes, refusing to think of it. “D-did you serve all of them… with Edith?“ “Y-yes, my Lady,” Joan sounded broken by her reply. “All of them.“ The pit of fear in Freya's heart grew deeper as she heard Edith. She held her breath as she asked the last question on her mind. “How did they die?“ Suddenly, Joan stepped back with the comb in her hand and announced that she was done. Freya saw her reflection in the mirror and knew that she was indeed done but was trying to avoid answering her question. So she persisted. “How, Joan? I want to know.“ “My Lady… those things aren't important. And I'm not in the position to—” There was a sudden knock on the door, and then Edith's figure peeped into the room. She seemed to notice the tension in the room and immediately had an apologetic look in her face for disturbing them. “What?“ asked Freya, sounding harsh and snappy. Edith bowed. “The King and Queen are waiting, my Lady. It seems they won't bother to start the meal before your presence.“ “Well let them wait forever” Freya wanted to say but stopped herself at the last second. Both the maids helped Freya get into a beautiful emerald dress and made her wear an emerald jewellery with light make-up before they left the room. As they progressed through the halls, Freya's heart panicked as she imagined the worst scenarios in her head. Maybe they wouldn't like her. Maybe they'd give Draven their full support to make her death “more pleasurable than the others”. “Calm down, my Lady,” Edith said, talking as casually as Freya was her long-time friend. “His and her Majesty are the nicest people on earth. They would surely welcome you with open hands and hearts.“ Freya was taken by surprise by Edith's words. She expected them both to notice she was a little nervous but didn't know it was this obvious. She took a glance at Joan at the other side, who looked completely silent and dead. Freya knew she was scolding Edith for speaking in her head. They passed several guards and more servants in the halls as they strode to the great hall, each bowing and smiling awkwardly to their new “princess”. Finally, they reached their destination and Freya said a short prayer before entering the wide room. The room was beautiful as expected and had the vibe of riches and royalty, but Freya didn't have the time to look around and take it all in—she appeared more scared than she felt. Her face was down for the whole time and she didn't realise when she walked straight into the magnificent dining table. “My L-lady,” Edith stuttered and helped Freya step back from her contact with the table. What a grand first impression. Freya was aware that she would never muster the courage to look up now because of embarrassment. The fear in her heart was immediately replaced by uneasiness when she realised that he must be watching her too. Finally… “Hmm…” someone cleared their throat and approached Freya. “I'm so excited at finally getting to meet you, daughter-in-law. I'm Queen Camilla, and—” “Woman! You're making her more uncomfortable,” said the King. Freya could finally look at both of them. Her husband's mother was in front of her, dressed in the finest silk and wearing heavy-looking jewelries with her blonde hair and grey eyes. The King was considerably a little different. He had a serious expression on his face with the crown resting on his black hair. Freya instantly noticed that Draven didn't take after his father or mother at all except for the fact that the King's hair was also black—and for a second she could have believed he was adopted. Queen Camilla looked a little hurt before she smiled again and made Freya sit near a bored-looking Draven. Freya couldn't bear to look at his face after what happened in the bathroom so she simply looked over to the entrance of the great room and discovered that her maids weren't there. “We must say we're really glad you're here,” the King started to say again, avoiding Draven's gaze completely. “I want to say the Royal family welcomes you and hope you accompany our son, Lord Draven, through the… long phase of life.“ Freya clearly heard the doubt and uncertainty in his voice when he said those words, and she was starting to wonder if Draven would really kill her. She shivered at the thought of it. Queen Camilla cleared her throat again and ordered that they start to eat. Freya looked at the different kinds of mouth-watering and appealing food on the table and thought of her brother—of how he would have loved to try every single food and drink, and that made her even sadder. “Don't you like the food?“ Draven asked, almost too quietly. Freya was about to ignore his question and start eating when she noticed that he hadn't touched any food either. She wondered if she should ask him why but then decided against it and began to eat. The great room was quiet for the whole time and only the small kinky sounds of cutleries hitting the plates were heard. Until Freya couldn't take it any longer and told the King and Queen that she was done eating and would like to go to her chambers and rest. Draven didn't say a word to that. Freya thanked them for the food and was about to leave when the King called her back. “Yes, your Majesty?“ Freya replied, just as she has been taught by Edith. “You know… when I was a Prince, it was compulsory for the newly wedded wife of the Prince to ride out to the city on the evening of their wedding.“ Freya waited for him to finish even though she already guessed where this was going. “So… I'm suggesting you go out on a ride with Lord Draven to help you both b-bond better. It hasn't been done for quite a long time.“ Freya glanced over at her husband who was still sitting unbothered on the chair, his face looking as blank as always. She didn't want to go on a ride with him for anything in the world. He could decide to fulfil his promise and end her life before he came back alone—kill her on the very night of their wedding. “I—I don't think it's a good idea, your Majesty,” she said, sounding rather arguably. The King nodded his head. “What do you think, son?“ Freya waited for what seemed like years with held breath before he finally gave his reply. “I think it's a really good idea, father.“ “…..“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
“I don't know what is…” … “I feel very sorry for her…” … “until when will this continue…” These low voices were the first words Freya heard when she opened her eyes. Her neck ached slightly from pain, and for some seconds she closed her eyes again when she realised she was still alive. And back to the castle since she was lying on the royal bed in their chambers! “My Lady,” Edith's elated voice said and ran over to the bed, her expression furrowed in worry. “How are you feeling?“ Freya really wanted to pretend that she was still asleep and never wake up to face Draven again but knew they already knew she was awake. “Let her be, Edith,” Joan's annoyed voice sounded. “And get off the bed before Lord Draven comes in and see you there.“ At the mention of his name, Freya flinched and her eyes flew wide open. She abruptly jumped off the bed into a sitting position. “Good morning, my Lady,” the two maids said in unison, standing side-by-side with their heads bowed low
When Freya finally left the breakfast table after eating with Draven, she walked back to her maids with her face flushed. Edith was smiling as she got there, but Joan had the usual blank expression on her face. "My Lady," Edith said and bowed to her. Freya had her brows raised. “Why are you smiling?“ Edith looked at Joan as if to check if she'll try to stop her. Then spoke: “I saw the way you handled general Karen. I swear her face was all red and angry when she walked past us.“ Freya was taken aback by that. She wasn't sure she wanted a possible enemy or rival in a battle which she was already certain she was going to lose. Freya shook her head at last and frowned. “I don't care how she feels. Just take me back to the chambers.“ The maids obeyed and silently followed Freya back to the chambers. Freya thought of her progress as they walked. Draven had seemed particularly tamed while they were having breakfast. He hadn't said a word after saying “We'll see about that” to
After the maids helped bathe Freya and helped her with changing her clothes, she sat on a chair facing the mirror about to comb her hair. She could see Joan and Edith's reflection behind her as she gently brushed her hair into the right places. They had offered to help her earlier but she refused. Freya had a lot on her mind. She was thinking about her situation—if she should still try to flee or not—if she should tell Draven to his face that she had feelings for him despite his ever-changing personality—if she should say how she felt about everything and push him to tell her about himself and why he said all those things to her. Did she really make a mistake coming out of that room as he had said? Freya stopped combing her hair and caught Joan's gaze at her through the mirror. She had been shocked minutes ago when she had revealed the identity of Lord Ethan. Until now, she couldn't believe that he was Draven's step-brother—”elder” step-brother for that matter. If that
FREYA When I woke up, I first perceived the strong smell of herbal juices in the air. The room was eerily quiet, and as I attempted to rise, a wave of pain shot through my body. I collapsed back unto the bed, only to force myself up again upon realising I wasn't in our chambers. Memories flooded back: the castle tour, the discovery of Lord Ethan's chambers and my banter and fight with Karen. Did I really go unconscious? My eyes travelled around the room and I discovered I was in some sort of hospital bed. There were some trays which held some liquid in small glasses at the far left side of the bed, and at the right side there was an array of fruits. The room was sparse otherwise. I started to get up again, ignoring the sharp pain in my arm. I paused for a moment and looked at the areas where I felt pain, and discovered it was completely healed and only had some tiny scars. Confusion swelled within me. I'm pretty sure my wounds are not supposed to have healed so quickly by now
FREYA My heart raced after Draven told me the reason we were going to the throne-room. I know Karen must already be waiting there, and I could picture the expression on her face as she bowed her head low while waiting for my arrival. I wondered what I was going to say. I wonder what Karen had told them already. But I didn't really care. If things go half as badly as I think it would, I will tell the Royal family exactly what has transpired between our two. I raised my head to look at Draven as we walked. He was still holding my hand, and he hadn't said a single word ever since. I wonder what was going on in his mind. Why hadn't he inquired about the reason for our argument beforehand? Why didn't he ask me directly before we got to the throne-room? “D-draven…” his name blurted-out of my mouth. He looked at me with those mysterious eyes of his. “You can ask me if you want. Don't you want to know the reason?“ I asked, having a feeling that this wouldn't end well. He chu
FREYA I watched with awe and disbelief as Draven dealt with the three guards. After all the scream and shrieks had died, he walked up to me and took my terrified hand without saying a word. We were just outside of the Throne-room now. But I knew the occupants of the Throne-room had surely heard the sounds the guards made. Draven started to drag my hands but I stood frozen in place as I stared at the shapes of the lifeless guards on the ground. To my horror, the three of them had a sudden wolf shadow ascend from their body before they turned into ashes. “Let's go,” Draven's voice thundered in my ears, and I almost tripped and fell from the force in which he dragged my hands. He started to walk me through the long halls, and I kept looking back in shock. Why did he come back to save me when he had just told his father that I wasn't his responsibility? And was he going to take me back to our chambers after what he just did? I kept looking behind me as we walked and Draven sudde
FREYA My desperate mind wrapped my hands tightly around Draven's waist as we rode out of the castle. He was going at a very fast pace—almost as fast as the night before—but I didn't dare complain after all he had done. The wind gently tousled my hair as the horse carried us forward, and for the first time since I arrived here, I felt truly alive. Occasionally, I pressed my nose against Draven's back to inhale his intoxicating scent, and a smile crept across my face as it calmed my nerves. It was almost dark now. We had since passed the busy villages and seen people in a frenzy as they cleared the way for our horse. Once, the horse almost collided into a cart of fruits, but the old man quickly pushed it out of the way and fell to the ground bowing. And that was when I discovered they knew who he was. We also passed the chapel where our wedding took place and I gasped at its towering height, getting a mix of different emotions as I remembered the events that transpired there