Sabrina felt like she was in some nightmare as she watched Elizah smoothly slitting the one of his own men's throat sending the thick red liquid gurgle out from the split. The guard jerked violently before falling to the floor, dead. Sabrina felt sick to her stomach. A drop of tear trail down her bruised cheek. After takign care of the guard, Elizah quickly dashed over to her. He grabbed her trembling hand with his steady bloody one and started leadding her towards the exit. His expression was stern and unyeilding just like his hold. Sabrina followed him sniffeling quietly. She was scared, scarred, and drowning in guilt. Elizah had taken up swords against his own people for her. This is not what she wanted. Cyrus was dead. He died right in front of her eyes. Everything changed in just a few hours. From being the celebrated bride she was now a convicted murderer. What happened? The answer was hidden behind the thick fog of mystery. Did the witch misjudge her. Maybe she w
Solemn silence stretched between them for a long moment. Elizah suspectd if she had heard him."I..I killed him," her voice anguished. Elizah mulled over what she said. "Did you stab him?" he asked. "No," her shaky voice replied. "Did you strangulate him?" "No," "Did you pushed him to his death?""No," "Then how did you kill him?" he asked in a bored tone. Sabrina turned quiet for a moment. " Perhaps he would be alive if we didn't.." Elizah clenched his jaw. He couldn't bring himself to even imagine someone else's mark on her flawless skin. "Would you have taken him as your mate if you knew this woould happen?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Sabrina didn't have a say in it. She was chosen by the King himself for his heir. "I was never asked," her voice was thick with emotions. No one ever cared about her opinion. Like a water pot she was being molded to become the perfect mate for Cyrus since her birth. She was born to serve the King, it was burned into her brain by
Sabrina breathed in his scent and instantly felt at ease. The calming effect of his presence wasn't lost on her. There was no awkwardness. Holding him felt natural to her as if it was his responsibilty to protect her and it was her right to flourish under his protection. Her soft sobs had long ceased but she didn't want to move away. She waited for him to push her away. Elizah felt his control slipping away at the feel of her soft body pressed against his hard one. She looked calmer now. He should push her away. The only thing was that he wasn't able to do it. He couldn't bring himself to seperate his body from hers no matter how much his mind chided him. This woman had played with his heart before crushing it brutally then why wasn't he able to push her away. Why was he having this urge to grab her waist and yank her flushed against him so that he could feel her every inch. Sabrina was the one who finally drew away and looked up in his eyes. Those amber flames were devoid of any
Kyra strode towards her, smiling broadly. Her belly was round indicating that she was with a child. A genial smile bloomed on Sabrina's face. Kyra stood a step away from her."You remember me, right?" Kyra's eyes held joy and warmth as she asked him. Instead of replying, Sabrina reached forward and hugged her. "Of course, I remember you," she replied softly with a smile and drew away."You are going to have a child," Sabrina added in mild awe. Kyra nodded and caressed her womb fondly. "You are safe here, princess. We will protect you," Kyra assured her. Sabrina, perplexed, glanced at Elizah who was looking his brooding self. Heather marched forward and bowed to Elizah. Kyra mimicked her husband's action. " We have made the arrangements, my lord. No one will find out," Heather informed Elizah sincerely. "Very well. Show us to our place," Elizah replied. Kyra held Sabrina's hand and the couple led them towards the hut she had stayed in last time she was here. The memories rushed bac
Sabrina woke up with a start. Her heart was slamming hard against her chest and her body was covered in cold sweat. Her frantic eyes looked around in absolute fear. The nightmare had felt so real. Cyrus had returned to kill her. Her death blazing murederously in his dark orbs. He had almost stabbed her with his sword when her dream had broken. Her eyes welled up as she reminisced the incident. It was tattooed in her mind like a dark omen. She had never seen a sight that terrorising. It was going to haunt her all her life. She pulled her legs up and buried her face between her shaking knees. She sobbed quietly. Moments passed before she lifted her head and wiped her tears. She glanced at Elizah who was deep in sleep. The exhaustion had made him dead to the world. Sabrina felt drawn to his comforting aura. His presence soothing. She wanted to be near him. So close that no negative thoughts would be able to touch her. Overwhelmed by her need, she pulled to her feet and padded over to
Elizah stayed out the whole day working and returned home only when the darkness began to spread its wings. He noticed the lamp light flickering from the window as he neared the hut and a warmth spread through his being. She was inside waiting for him. He had instructed Kyra to look after Sabrina in his absence. He was more than aware that Sabrina wasn't used to a life of destitution. She never had experienced a hardship in her life. She was too fragile, too soft for any adversity. He wished he could give her all the luxuries and privileges she was used to but the situation had limited his power. Right now, her safety superseded everything. He paused abruptly when he noticed huge clouds of smoke floating through the window. Panic seized him instantly. What is happening? Is she alright? Without him realising, he broke into a sprint and kicked the door open. His frantic eyes searched and found her staring at him wide-eyed. Elizah speed walked towards her. "Are you alright?" he asked,
Sabrina adapted to the simple life of village quite easily. People here were very nice and friendly. Kyra was a sweatheart for putting up with her clumsy self without a complain. Even though, she was yet to master her cooking skills she was making significant progress. Now the food was edible and didn't taste like burnt leather. The sweet lady, Kyra had taught her a number of recipies over the days and even taught her to do other domestic stuff that once was considered beneath her as she was going to be the Queen.How life changes. No matter how her food tasted, Elizah never left a crumb on his plate. And after every meal he would thank her for her efforts. Elizah wished he could thank her in other ways. The ways that would be more personal and intimate. Like a hopeless pervert, he had stolen kisses from her a few times in the depth of nights but they failed to fill him with the profound satisfaction he used to feel while kissing her when she was wide awake. He wanted her lips to mov
His firm cold lips devoured her soft ones thoroughly, biting and chewing every inch of her soft flesh. Sabrina closed her eyes in silent submission. She was pinned to the ground by the sheer force of his kiss. Their saliva blended together as his tongue plunged deep and dominated her sweet intoxicating mouth. Sabrina clutched the back of his shoulders and let out a weak moan, feeling his tongue claiming every corner of her mouth. The feel of his large hands squeezing her breasts was electrifying. Current coursed through her being. She was panting, her heart thumping rapidly in excitement. She didn't want this moment to pass. Elizah was taken over by what could only be called madness. He wanted this woman. He wanted to own this fragile woman and do sinful things to her. Things that will leave her breathless in the end. Things that will stakehis claim on her, for eternity. He kissed her hard, stealing her breath away. He will make her pay for denying him so long. Every inch of her skin
Elizah paced restlessly outside the chamber as her screams rattled through the silence. He was tempted to burst in through the door and cradle her against his chest but he was helpless. She was in there delivering their child. Just then a tiny frame brushed past him and towards the door. It was Kaiser. Their first-born. A toy sword in his hand as he rushed towards the door. "Leave my mama alone or I swear I will kill you all," Kaiser hollered against the door. Elizah rushed over to him and lifted him in his arms. The boy thrashed to get free."Do not hurt my mom," Kaiser shouted, still throwing glares at the closed door."Silence, boy," he turned Kaiser's face towards him. The boy frowned and then scowled at his father."Papa, mama is in danger. Why are you not doing anything?" the four-year-old demanded, this time subjecting his father to his glare. His dragon blood had already started to influence him. The boy had his eyes and his mother's blond hair."No, love. Your mother is alr
They both blinked at each other. Elizah was dumbstruck. She broke eye contact to look around her chamber. It is then Elizah got his senses back. He leaped off his chair and dashed out the door to tell the guard to bring in the healer. He also told the maids who were waiting outside to attend to their queen. He stayed outside, letting the maids enter the chamber. A smile broke through his lips. She was awake. He placed his hand on his chest and rubbed it. His heart was galloping like a horse. He was elated but at the same time nervous too. He wanted to see her but his self-doubts were holding him back. What if she still hated him? "How do you feel now, My queen?" he heard a maid ask her. Elizah leaned his back against the wall and waited for her to speak in eager anticipation. He was dying to hear her sweet voice. The one that was devoid of any bitterness. "Just a little headache," she croaked out. Elizah swooned inwardly. She had a voice of an angel. A smile broke onto his lips, no
Elizah remained by her side the whole night, continuously checking up on her fever. She was hot like a scorching iron, running a high fever. The old woman had already warned him against it. She was fighting a life battle right now, the toxicity in her body was resisting the healing potion. Elizah wrung the piece of cloth before putting it on her forehead. Thankfully, she wasn't shivering anymore. "Things are going to get better from here on out. We are going to get better," Elizah told her. He could feel it in his bones. Tomorrow was going to be full of happiness and prosperity. That maid Lina was caught shortly after Georgia's demise. Harriet had asked him to let her deal with the witch. Elizah had agreed. Now that he had his Sabrina with him, he didn't care about anyone any longer.He put his hand on her protruded belly and smiled when he felt their baby's movement. "He is happy too," he raised his gaze to her and chirped, elated. A knock was heard before the door drew open. He d
The volcanic explosion shook the ground, causing Georgia to lose her balance and fall. Elizah who had not expected it was completely blindsided by the sudden attack. Harriet, on the other hand, smiled knowingly. Another heart-stopping noise boomed before the roof was crashed through by a massive creature. Elizah glanced up to find Herone flying overhead in all his glory. He was utterly shocked. The vamp's jaw slacked in pure horror. Harriet rushed and pulled Elizah backward until there was a good distance between them and the fallen witch. Herone roared and a river of fire flowed out of his mouth. In a blink of an eye, the entire hall was caught up in fire. The witch was lost behind the ruthless blazes. Elizah's mind drifted to Sabrina. Fear seized him at once. Is she alright? "Sabrina," his voice trembled as the realization dawned on him. Without wasting a moment, he swiveled to run outside in search of her. Harriet couldn't stop him as he was too fast and sudden. She ran after h
His insides wrenched with pining melancholy when he saw her bound in chains to a cage. What hurt him more was the loathe shining in her eyes for him. "You didn't die?" she rattled violently against the iron bars, gravely disappointed. A pang stabbed through his heart. She wanted him dead. "You obviously failed to do your job, Sabrina. I am so disappointed in you," Georgia replied with a disappointed sigh. Sabrina paled. She dropped down to her knees and joined her hands in a pleading manner. Her importing eyes fixed on Geirgia. "I apologize for my mistake, Queen. Give me one more chance I will finish him for certain this time," Sabrina entreated earnestly. Georgia smirked. Elizah's features crumpled in agony. The woman he loved the most couldn't wait to kill him. "I want you to kill but not him any longer," Georgia started in a riddle. Elizah sent him a hateful glare. He hated this woman to the core. Georgia's smirk widened. Her scheming eyes lit up with something devious. El
Elizah felt like a loser. The only thing he wanted was to keep his family safe, and he failed to do just that. He loathed himself for this. This all happened because of his negligence. She wouldn't have been in danger if he had nipped the problem in the bud. Why? Why did he not take notice of it before it was too late? "Don't beat yourself up for this. Georgia's plan was a failsafe," Harriet tried to pacify him. Elizah knew it wasn't true. The disaster could be averted if he had fucking noticed. "She was struggling for so long and I couldn't see it. She must have felt so miserable, so trapped," a tear escaped his eye. The more he thought about it, the more his heart broke. He couldn't protect her when she needed him the most. Harriet was taken aback by the tears in his eyes. She had never seen tears in his eyes. He wasn't emotionally weak nor let problems weigh down on him. "Remorse won't do you any good. It's time to rescue her. Focus on that," Harriet told him. Elizah nodded his
He tried to roll away but it was too late. The dagger drove through his chest like a bolt of fire but he didn't feel pain for a good second. The shock had numbed his senses. Her fiery blue eyes expressed nothing but deep-seated loath as she twisted the knife so that it hurts more before ripping it out in one brutal go. He grunted in pain. Her response was a devious sneer. "You deserve a death far worse than this," she seethed and struck at him again. This time, though, Elizah edged out by turning on his side in time. The sharp blade plunged into the mattress. Before Sabrina could whip it out, Elizah grabbed her hand which was holding the knife, and prevented her from plucking it out. "Leave me, you scoundrel," she hissed in her venom-laced voice. Elizah didn't allow the hatred in her voice to weaken his resolve. He fixed Sabrina with his deadliest glare and commanded her to release the knife while pressing his other hand against his wound. The pain was excruciating but right now he
In her sweet embrace, he was losing his control. He couldn't keep himself vigilant as she showered him with her kisses. Kisses that he had craved like crazy for all these months. His breathing labored and his eyes fell shut as she kissed every inch of his face. As her dry cracked lips caressed his skin, he couldn't help but feel grateful to the Goddess for creating this moment. He was dying for this moment. He thought he had lost her but she was coming back. His Sabrina was finally returning. He glanced down between them and smiled at the sight of her swollen belly. He put his hand under her belly and stroked it, earning a moan from her. Her melodic voice caused him to look up at her. Her face had lost its chubbiness that he adored with his heart. Her cheekbones were sticking out and her eyes were sunken. And yet, he was mesmerized by her. "I love you," he cradled her face and confessed from the bottom of his heart. Sabrina smiled and urged him to make love to her. He was more than
Days passed but that old hag could also not persuade that dragon monster into setting her free. She was still shackled to her bed, bound and helpless. She couldn't afford to be like this any longer. The voices in her head had turned violent and louder telling her to kill him. She feared she would burst from inside if she didn't do something soon enough. That evening Sabrina used her honey-coated voice to ask her maids to bathe her in scented perfumes and make her look her best. Her request and soft manner of speaking surprised the maids. The woman had long stopped caring about her looks. Her hair was a mess, her lips were cracked and her eyes had dark circles like the shade of night underneath them. They took her to the bathroom and happily washed off all the grime sticking to her milky-white skin. It was after several days, she was taking a bath. As mentioned, she has lost interest in all worldly pleasures. The maids were on cloud nine, assuming Harriet's potion was finally having