The royal carriage pulled on as the horses trotted forward. Sabrina watched people moving around through the small window of her carriage. Some were eyeing the carriage in awe whereas some were arguing with vendors to lessen the price of their goods. And some were casually roaming around. The hustle bustle of market brought her a sense of peace. The noises outside drowned out the uproar building inside her. After long months, a smile fluttered across her lips as she spotted a woman running after her toddler. She fondly palmed her growing bump. "What is it that have my queen smile so fondly?" her smile vanished the moment Elizah's voice hit her eardrum. For some reason, she wasn't able to stand his presence around her. His smile didn't enchant her anymore nor did she feel the butterflies that his attention would induce inside her like earlier. In fact, she wanted him to get away from her. No reply came from her as she continued to stare outside. The smile had long gone. She heard him
Elizah was stunned. She had used every bit of her strength to hit him. His cheek throbbed and stung. "How many times am I supposed to tell you to not touch me?" she hissed, having had enough of his animalistic ways. Elizah ground his jaw. He was a patient man but Sabrina was testing it continuously. He turned his face to look at her. "What is wrong with you?" he questioend through his clenched teeth. "Wrong with me? It was you who was touching me without my consent," she retorted. Her features were twisted in disgust as though the notion of being touched by him was pukish in itself. "We are mated," Elizah gritted out. His patience was hanging by a thread now. "I am sick of it," Sabrina mumbled, averting her gaze from him. Elizah's inside dropped down. "What are you sick of?" he questioned, cold apprehension accumulating in his stomach. She didn't reply, just continued to stare at the floor. "Answer your King./ What is it that you are sick of?" he gripped her chin and made her
"My queen is behaving different since a few months. She had a sweet temperate and was very kind wih us but..........over a few months she changed. It happened gradually....She started scolding us for silly mistakes. Once she fired a maid only because she didn't respond to her promptly," the maid told Elizah with her hands clasped in her front and head bowed. Elizah had summoned one of her two maids to enquire about Sabrina. Surely, he wasn't be the only one who had noticed the drastic change in her behaviour. Her maids must know it better. He decided against summoning Lina as he didn't want Sabrina to know about it, Besides, he wasn't able to trust that girl. There was something about her that wasn't sitting right with him. But Sabrina had taken a great liking to her and he didn't have the privilege to get himself involved with such trivial issues. "Since how long?" Elizah questioned. The maid gulped and exchanged glance with each other. They appeared to have same thought running t
"She has disappeared in the thin air, Your majesty. We are trying to trace her," his prime minister told him. Elizah ground his jaw. That maid seemed to have vanished from the face of earth. When his men went to fetch her from her house, they learned she had lied. The address she gave was wrong as the residents had not even heard her name. She had no family, no aquaintances. The woman who had hired Lina had died a year ago. It was stated she had suffered a heart ailment but now Elizah couldn't help but suspect if this Lina had a hand in it. "Find her, Felix. Do whatever it takes but bring her to me" Elizah commanded through his gritted teeth. That woman did not only snuck her way into his castle, she did something to his woman too. Elizah's claws drew out as a wave of rage swept through him. She will be punished for every tears Sabrina shed. "We are..." the minister began only to get interrupted by a maid. "Your majesty," Elizah's gaze snapped to the maid who was panting hard. "
"What do I do, Felix? I feel like I am losing her," Elizah confessed while staring off in the sky. His ever-strong voice was today dulled with fear and pain. He was trying hard to pull himself together but he was slowly breaking from inside. Her every poisonous remark, her every disgust filled glare was breaking him down. He wasn't able to see hatred in her eyes for him. And that night had terrified him to his core. The sight of her holding the shard to her wrist still haunted him. He was not able to focus on anything else. Sabrina had fucked up his mind with that incident. Every minute, he lay in constant fear of losing her to death. He did everything he could to ger her aound. He coaxed her, threatened her, tried to bribe her but nothing worked. It appeared she was hell-bent on ruining their lives. She wasn't his Sabrina. She was someone else. He had sent for Harriet and hoped that she would be here in a couple days. Harriet and Heron had retired to their home. Herone had no inclin
Sabrina woke up to someone stroking her hair. A soft smile found its way on her lips. When was the last time she had felt at peace? She knew who was touching her. Elizah. Her Elizah. Her mate. Only his touch could bring her such a profound of wave of euphoria. She wanted to move closer to him but her body felt too heavy to make any move. But she was at peace. She imagined him and her lounging in the garden under a clear sky with handful of clouds while their child would be chasing butterflies. Gradually, the smile on her face froze as dark shadows begin to cloud her dream. The white clouds in the sky amalgmated into a demonic shadow. A familiar bitterness permeated through her veins. "Kill him.....Kill him..Kill him.." an evil voice rang repeatedly in her ears. The garden faded and she found herself in a burning room. She was surrounded by mighty flames of fire. The throne had fallen prey to the destructive blazes. Seized by panic, she took a step backward. Her feet tangled into some
"Would you let me see her?"she peeked up at Elizah through her dark lashes. She was acting docile and timid in stark contrast to her older furious self. Elizah stared at her with an impassive expression. truth be told, he had no fucking idea where that wench was. It was just a lie to get Sabrina in control. And it had worked. "Please..I need that tea..I really need that," she pleaded earnestly. The agony in her eyes was genuine and intense. It tore at his heart but he faked indifference. He had to act strong and apathetic in front of her. "Why do you want that tea?" he asked instead. She dropped her gaze to the floor in response. She hesrelf didn't know why she was so addicted to it. All she knew it fills her with a wild rush everytime. Initially, she hated it but in the last few months she had come to enjoy it.Elizah waited for a response but it never came. Irritation flickered inside him. "What were you doing in the dungeon?" he posed another question. Sabrina glanced up at him
As Harriet had suspected, she was bewitched. Someone had put a very potent spell on her. She sniffed the container again and suppressed the urge to vomit. It reeked of rotten organs. Someone was onto Sabrina with very malicious intentions. "What is it?" Elizah asked, anxious to his bones. His fingers were twitching constantly in nervousness. Harriet's troubled expression had already hinted him how worse this all was but still he waited for her to speak. Over these last few days he felt like he was trapped in a thick fog with no light on horizon. He needed to know what he was fighting."Someone has put a spell on her," she fixed him with a solemn look and divulged. Realization flickered through his grave features in cold waves. Elizah had already suspected this much but to hear it still brought a sharp pang through his heart. "What do I have to do to free her from this?" he asked, determined and bound. He will fight the devil himself if he had to for his mate. He will rip the claws