Chapter 7

MAJOR T.W- SUICIDAL THOUGHTS 

Continuing in Willow's POV

"I think the bastard poisoned her with that horrible spell he used to try and take her. Wouldn't be surprised if the fucker had no clue what the consequences of his doings would be." 

"You are right, my King. It does seem that Princess Willow has been poisoned with Death-Bending magic. Luckily, though his was quite weakly used and will be easly undone with a quick spell... Are you familiar with the "brisk heal" spell?"

"Yes, of course. Is that what she requires, Doctor?"

"Promptly, my King."

"Thank you doctor Kesme. You are dismissed to your other duties."

Then I can hear a door shut and I force myself to open my eyes so I can see the world around me. I groan loudly as all the pain in my body catches up to me again and I'm left laying there nearly paralyzed everything hurts so much. Tears begin stinging my eyes again, then Maddox appears above me in my hazy vision. 

He strokes my hair softly, his thumb lightly grazing against my cheek before he leans down, planting a now warm kiss against my cheek. "Shhh," he hushes, tilting my chin up so I can see his bright blue eyes better, and wipes the streams of tears away from my cheeks. "That cruel man is gone now, my love. He is dead, I killed him."

With every once of strength in my body, I want to scream out and push him away from me, telling him to leave me alone and that I don't need any of his help.

But I can't.

Just from laying here as still as tree on a windless day, I can see my body's veins turned red, with burning scars running up my legs. I am only in a night gown now, with nothing else on. 

"Now..." Maddox turns away from me, completely remvoving himself from my vision. I can hear a piece of metal be slid against the table, and soon enough, he's holding his hand out with my ring in it. "When I wake you from this horrible curse that has been cast upon you, you are going to explain to me why you thought taking this off," he flashes the ring clearly in front of me, "would be such a good idea!"

I never took off that ring, I was too scared to. Raven must've snatched it away when he had grabbed me from that bench. That's all he likely wanted.

He places his hand over mine, and I can immediatley the unfamilar warmth radiating off of him. He then fully grasps my hand, and as much as I want to deny it, I swear that mine fits perfectly in his; like a glove. 

Suddenly, I can feel the suffering I was enduring wash away like nothing ever happened, and all the burning scars vanish as well. Then I get all my feeling back and I'm pulled into a sitting position, his arms now secure around my waist. 

Maddox takes my hand, placing the ring once again, over my finger. It's not like he had when he 'proposed' to me, he jams it on like it's a chore he wishes he didn't have to do. 

"Stop it, Maddox," I spit, clining to my throbbing finger. Now I really want to take off this ring and stuff it down his stupid, vampire, wizard whatever throat and watch him choke on it. Standing up, I shoot a glare his way and begin backing away from the bed where he sits. "First off, I never took this ring off! Second, don't you ever touch me with your dirty hands again. I hate you Maddox Archfiend, and that will never change. You took my life from me and now I'm here suffering because of you."

His posture stiffens at that last sentence and he stands, looking down at the ground as he takes a long step towards me. I back up, still holding my ground. 

I could care less that he wants to hurt me- even kill me right now. Being dead would be a dream come true at this point.

When he looks up, I can already see the blue in his eyes fading into a orange as the anger boils within him. Then he chuckles, suddenly cornering me in between two walls with no escape. 

He brings his hand to the side of my face, pounding his fist into the wall only inches from my head. "Do you think you can get away with a mouth like that, Princess?" he retorts. One more blow to his ego and I'll become his next meal. 

Sighing, I correct myself and take a step into him, our faces only an inch or so from each other. For a second, I pretend I'm leaning into kiss his stupidly nice lips, but then I turn my head whispering into his ear, "I hope when the sun finally rises on this kingdom, you burn into a pile of useless dust, you asshole."

My words become my biggest regret in only seconds, because next thing I know, his hand is wrapped around my throat and I'm being pushed so hard into the wall I swear that I might become part of it. I can breathe still, but his grip is firm on me enough that if I move, I might break my neck. 

An evil grin stretches across his face as I try to pry his hands from my neck, but fail miserably. "You've 'ought to have a death wish saying something like that to your King..." he growls, his warm breath fanning on my pale face. "If I wanted to- which I don't for some strange reason- with one swift movement, your head could hit the floor with the rest of your body still in my grip!"

I look him dead in the eyes, attempting my best look of anger- of fury. "Then what are you waiting for, huh? KILL ME! I can't stand to live another minute of this life! You took everything I had going for me and now it's all gone down the drain because of some stupid lust you hold with me!"

Not a single lie slips out of my lips. 

His hand falls from my neck and I am suddenly able to move again. He looks surprised to what I just said, but at the same time filled with regretful sorrow. 

I tumble back into the wall as the blood flow to my head starts working again, making the world spin. But I'd rather not show anymore weakness towards him, so when he tries to steady me I stand up straight and walk away from him in complete and utter silence. 

"I can't leave you alone now, Willow," he calls out to me in a light tone as my hand reaches for the bathroom door knob. 

I need a hot, burning shower to ease this pain away, maybe even have a bath that I could use as a way out of this world. Nothing seems to come easy to me, though. That's been proven for the past week now more than ever. 

"Like hell you won't. I don't want you near me at all." I try twisting the doorknob, but it has been locked and won't budge even slightly. I spin around, catching him with a glow of his magic radiating from his palm. "You don't need me, Maddox," I emphasize his name like it's a word that should never be said. "So go find someone else- anyone else! There are much better women around this place that would love to marry you and have all your dangerous hybrid kids for the bloodline. Just let me go!"

His hand drops to the side and he approaches me, trying to take hold of my hand, but I back away before he lay a finger on me. 

He sighs, "Never will you realize, Willow, how much you actually mean to me. You are not here for a short time in my life, you are here for as long as I want you here for and more. And you're delusional if you think that there's a better woman out there for me, because I can't see myself kissing or holding anyone else other than you."

My body shakes with butterflies at that statement, reminding me of how he stole my first kiss only yesterday at our wedding. The way he pulled me into him and held me against him as he pressed his soft lips into mine comes to show that he truly does want me.

But I don't want him, ever. This was never meant to be, and I've tried to make it so very clear.

Turning away and walking into the bathroom, just by waving his hand to open the door, I can hear water begin to flow down into the bathtub from the facuet. Then he's back again, appearing suddenly in front of me. "I've ran a hot bubble bath for you, now come get undressed and get in. It's best you relax because we have long travels tomorrow for our honey moon.," he gestures towards the bathroom as begins to make his way back in. 

"I refuse to undress and have my body on display for you!" I yell angrily. This asshole will never gain the privledge of seeing my naked body, especially if it's just for his own entertainment.

He sinks back into the door frame again, drawing out a heavy sigh. He's so tall, his head almost touches the top. "Fine," he grunts. "Then I guess I will just have to call one of the guards to come and watch you while you bathe. How's that sound, Princess?"

If I had the fangs and claws he did, I would take no time in gauging his eyes out. 

But I head into the bathroom anyways, taking the defeat. "You sit away from me and don't even turn in my direction, alright?" I say to him, my finger pointed. 

"Sounds fine to me," he responds then makes his way over to the sink, planting a spot on it's countertops. A merry whistle lets out of him as he looks to the ceiling awaiting me to undress. 

Setting my clothes in a neat pile beside the tub, I scurry over, my arms covering my breasts, and I step into the tub, sinking beneath the hot water. Even with Maddox a few feet away from me, likely observing me, I can feel relaxation begin to take a hold of me as I sink deeper and deeper until I can only breathe from my nose. 

Then, my eyes get heavy again and I'm out like a light.