6. THE KING'S VISIT

The door was shut right before my eyes, the impact nearly knocking me off my feet. My heart drummed hard, my feet staggering seeming like the exhaustion taking another turn. I turned, my body swinging as I stumbled away.

My eyes could see the large golden pillars with the high ceilings which had painted wolves like angels yet too tired to even pay much attention. There was a dark door which I went through to pause; the breath knocked out of me. It was a garden. It was a very large garden with beautiful flowers and tree climbers all over the black tiles. The floor was of stone pebbles not sure if they were real or fake. It was so beautiful but looking even further in I saw the golden tub that was so large it could accommodate so many people. If it was not for the fact that I felt so faint I would have marveled at such beauty. I already knew I would spend so much time there.

My head turned, seeing the large shower that had so many shower heads which were blinking the color green. It lighted up the whole bathroom making it dim so you did not even have to turn on the lights. Towels were hung on wooden hangers, grey with a golden brand Which was a crown in the center of a circle.

The pebbles under my feet were warm, a therapy for me as my feet were aching in a way I had never imagined they could ache. My t-shirt was pulled off along with my bra and underwear. The shower had shelves in one corner with products on them and as I took them in hand realized they were female products. I turned with the hair shampoo in hand. I twisted some shower handles, water immediately spraying on me as I adjusted them to the right temperature. It was the best feeling ever, the relief washing over me nearly having me orgasm where I was.

I rolled my shoulders back, stretching and turning with the water drumming on my skin leaving it clean. The hair shampoo was brought to hand, pouring it on my palm to dig my hands in my hair, rubbing it. Nothing but foam covered my hair, the smell one that I loved very much. My hair felt silky like pearls.

The water washed away the shampoo, it falling on my skin.

I turned, taking the face wash and washing my face a couple of times until my skin was slippery and silky in a way it had never been before. The body wash was taken, pouring it on a wash cloth to wash away all the dirt that had been left. After which I scrubbed ,with a scrub brush, my armpits which were stinking so bad, giving them a good scrub.

In no time I was sated, clean to the best of my bathing capabilities. I washed my underwear, and hung it not sure if I would get any other but really my underwear needed burning. My teeth were brushed and I was out of the bathroom.

My feet carried me back to the room. The towel that wrapped my body was left on a tub chair by the bed only to collapse on the large bed fit for royalty. It was as if I had fell on the largest bird wings. I shifted and pulled back the sheets to slip inside and that was the last thing I remember before everything went black.

I never dreamed; dreams were things I heard others talk about. I wished to dream but all that waited for me in my sleep was dark matter swirling all before my eyes. It was as if slipping inside a cocoon to be healed and reborn. I felt as if the darkness was sinking into my pores, my mouth, hair and every part of me as I turned around in it. It was truly something that was relaxing but what I would do to dream because maybe just maybe I would dream of my true parents, maybe I would dream of the home that I had been taken from.

The darkness stirred all around me, a sound pulling from me with my body turning around in the silky sheets, them falling away from my body, the cold air kissing my skin leaving it covered by goose bumps.

My eyes flickered open to stare directly into golden ones. My breath was knocked away, the king frowning with me pulling away just a little and I knew my eyes were filled with nothing but dark matter. I closed them, taking a deep breath, feeling the darkness subside in me and when I opened them again, they were red. His face was cold, no kindness in there, no care or even lust in those eyes that stared back at me.

“What are you?” He asked, his voice so deep it had chills run down my body, a shiver leaving goosebumps and all hair on my skin soaring.

His face was caged by the darkness, his eyes shining brighter than I could recall. He had a scar running down his left side, it calling to me with my fingers itching to rub on it. My nipples went hard, probably from the cold as my body went hot and cold.

“I don’t know your highness. I wish I did.” I spoke out, my voice soft, filled with bits and pieces of sleep. My eyes closed to open, the exhaustion still there, pulling me back to my darkness slowly but surely.

The king was seated upon the edge of the bed right next to my naked body.

Realization had my face red where I was, naked under him but he seemed not to care as he frowned from my words.

“And I don’t have the time nor patience to find out.” He said coldly, the ache straight to my heart as I swallowed. I blinked, him still there.

His arm came under me, my eyes going wide on what he was doing.

The moment our skin touched it felt like something I had not felt before. I had actually thought about this while on my way to him. I had thought about the fact that we would have to share a marital bed. It was something I knew very little about but how excited I was to finally be able to do it. How excited I was that I would mate with someone. I thought I never would. Who would want me really? I watched older girls mate and start families of their own when I was young. Elissa always said I would never be loved by anyone, that I would never be worth anything to anyone but there I was about to be someone’s mate. A king on top of all of that.

It was a dream coming true for me. We would be bonded forever, connected to him in a way no one else would be. It was a connection thicker than blood, forged deep in his heart to love even when nothing but hate surrounds him.

My body woke to him, my chest out, my eyes closing from anticipation as there was this energy around me that buzzed; it was the excitement. I felt his own heat, feeling it seep into me as my skin touched his bare skin. He was wearing nothing but shorts, his chest on mine with mine on his. My breasts pressed on him, a shock going down my body loving every part of his chest. I was too taken to even wonder on all the scars that littered his body, my eyes rolling back with his head on my neck.

He was going to mark me. My heart drummed hard, the blood rushing all over my body as his scent clouded all of me, nearly pulling a moan from me but I held it in. It was confusing though because most said mates mark each other while doing the sexual act of making love to each other but he would mark me without it. I hoped it would not hurt for I was too weak to take more pain.

My arm went around his shoulder, holding to him for support and strength.

His skin was burning hot, his lips on my neck as my whole body buzzed, so sweet I wanted to shift around. They were soft on me and warm, just taking me to the skies where nothing but bliss filled.

He seemed to hesitate yet I could wait, I would wait all he needed for this. I suddenly jumped in his arms as his teeth sank in deep.

I cried out, his teeth through my veins with blood flowing down, feeling it litter my body. The pain was too much, my eyes wide open as I tried to pull away from him but he held me to him, sinking even deeper until he hit the bone.

It was agony, it was the worst pain I had ever felt. It was pain so deep I felt like my soul was tearing apart right inside of me. My spine hurt, my neck in flames. I could not even scream, my throat filled with blood, it coming up and down my mouth. I choked on it, tears streaming down.

Nothing could help me, in nothing but horror.

He drew back his teeth and it was even worse, more blood rushing out from the holes he had left in me. I cried and cried, my fingers digging and clawing at him. He was spitting my blood on me, over and over as if it was burning him as even my darkness forsake me. I felt it stir, filling my body as if to swallow me whole. I let it, the thing I had been fighting all my life to keep down was suddenly not that scary. I just needed help, any help. The darkness came hard, as if something in me burst as my back arched, my chest pushed out to collapse and up then again. My eyes closed and opened knowing they were totally dark.

The king dropped my body as if it was burning him, my body hitting the bed as I tried to hold on to him but he let go and stepped away. I was drowning, drowning in my own blood. I coughed it all out, turning and puking it all over the sheets. The sheets were left black, nothing but my black blood spilling out, feeling the life drain out of me.

More pain came hard, worse than before. I cried out loud, cried as if a starved child. Nothing but pain with me shaking so bad on the bed, shaking so much the bed shook with me. My eyes opened, seeing the king standing away staring down at me, no emotions on his face as I begged him with my eyes to help but he just stood.

A knock came at the door, my eyes closing to open as a man walked in to the room.

“Your majesty, we have to go, the troops have met a problem.”

“Where is the pack doctor?” The king, his eyes holding mine, crying out where I was and rolling.

“He just ran out to the troops; the rogues jumped out along the way.” The man said with my mind shutting down just there and then.

I needed him, goddess I needed him.

I heard a sigh and I knew, I just knew.

My body turned where I was, facing down to fall silent with my teeth clenched, the pain leaving me pale as everything rang all around me. All parts of my body were in fire, burning in a way that brought nothing but more blood out of my mouth. It was a horror story for me, the worst night of my life. I cried even harder as I heard the door close shut, knowing that in that room; in that very room where the king marked me as his, I was left alone to die.