Uncertainty

"In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk.

Their hands meet, and lights flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun"

His Flower's Point Of View

I couldn't fall back asleep.

As soon as I opened my eyes I found myself trapped.

A hand was draped around my waist, keeping me from moving.  He took me. He actually took me.  My mind kept going back to when his eyes were intently studying me. A dark look suddenly taking over for a second. This man scared me.

I felt the salty liquid of my tears roll down my already stained cheeks. Why would he pick me? Out of all the options he had. Perhaps he's blind? The idea of us being mates crossed my mind. It scared me more. This man is ruthless. He doesn't do love.

I slightly whimpered when the arm that was wrapped around me moved to start caressing my side. My eyes tightened close for a few seconds but then they opened and focused intently on the foreign body part that laid on top of me as if that was gonna make it suddenly disappear.

The need to get out of his grip wasn't as strong as the need to stay, but my fear took over. The fact that my sister is still in the cellars along with all those other innocent, scared girls, makes me want to scream at the king. I tried to squirm out of his grip when my moves halted to a complete stop.

He groaned. I woke him up.

My heart started racing and panic flooded my senses. The grip he still had on me tightened to the point where I couldn't really move anymore.

The cruel man beside me sat up and looked at me with sleepy eyes. He glared at me in confusion before raising one of his perfect eyebrows questioningly when he noticed my tears. I shied away from his gaze and sniffled a little before trying to wipe my wet face.

His eyes stiffened for a quick second before going back to their usual stony look. He mumbled something under his breath before huffing and pulling me to sit sideways on his lap. My face snapped towards his direction and looked at him wide eyed.

I struggled to get out, but he wouldn't have it. I whimpered again and looked down, my blonde locks shielding my face from him.

"Look at me, mate". His voice was low, and scratchy. His morning voice made my heart skip a beat, but I could've easily missed it as my heart also dropped at his words. So I am this monster's mate.

Instead to pulling me to forcefully look at him, his fingers took a piece of my hair and started twirling it. His other hand held my hair back, retracting a hair tie from his wrist and tying my hair. Some strands stayed loose as I looked at him confused.

My eyes looked up at his hesitantly, but he still wouldn't give away any form of emotion and it left my heart hurting a little bit.

"And to think I wanted to hurt you..." he whispered as his eyes fixated more intently on me. My eyes widened and I instantly started scooting off of him, but he held my waist.

"Did I say you could leave?" He questioned menacingly. I quickly looked down and kept my eyes low casted as I shook my head 'no'. This man had no right to tell me what I could and couldn’t do....

"Such an innocent little flower, mate. My wolf needs you close. Be careful, don't be mistaken. The beast may want you, but it is I who has control. And guess what, little mate" he cupped my chin and narrowed his eyes at me. I started feeling dread for his next words so I became all fidgety and my anxious.

"I don't care about you" the words were an immediate sharp pang to my heart. I took a sharp intake of air and held it in for a little while until I softly let it out and nodded slowly.

The man in front of me growled and pulled me close. "I don't want you, little flower, but that doesn't mean you’re free to go. And that’s when my blood ran cold. Images of him putting me in a cell crossed my head a mile a minute and I feared for my safety.

He pulled my head against his chest as I silently sobbed. His head was resting on my head while his hands tried to gather all of me and pull me closer.

I wanted to leave. I wanted to push him away from me and leave. I wanted my sister. I barely knew the man and the last thing I wanted was to spend time with him as his mate, but his words still hurt. So very much.

As my tears stopped coming, I was left with hiccups. King Calix was just holding me. Funny how he was the cause of my tears and yet he was the one who comforted me into stopping them.

I was pulled out of his lap to lay beside him as he stood up and started walking towards the door of the room.

I swallowed and whimpered when he grabbed the metal handle, about to twist it to open the door. "Where are you going?" My voice sounded weak and broken even to my ears. It was clear I was lacking more nutrients in my body and some liquid. The only thing we received was small portions or a sandwich and a cup of water... to share if you had one of your family members with you. That was the reason we got registered. They wanted to know who was relayed to who. 

His back muscles tensed and without turning around he answered. "My cousin will be here any second. She will give you food and show you around. I've got some work to do"

I couldn't help but feel disappointed with his answer. Was it bad that I maybe wanted it to be him who made me breakfast? To show me around?

I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts.

I want to get out...