A sigh of relief left Sasha's lips when she didn't see Ragnar around. She lay there for a while until Granny came into her room with a maid. Both of them helped her to clean herself and got her dressed in a teal color gown. They dressed her hair up in a half-up ponytail and let the other half of her hair down.After that Sasha quietly had her breakfast with her granny. Today, she decided to stroll around the castle while the morning light was still freshly falling on the haunting Mansion.She told her granny that she would be around the castle. The granny seemed to worry about her but Sasha assured her that she would be fine on her own.Around Eleven in the morning, she left her room and strolled around the castle while humming a lullaby. She had thought a lot about it, living in the four walls of the room from morning to night without doing anything and just sitting on the couch blankly would not help her.She has already wasted two years of her life with this attitude. She needed to
Ragnar stilled.Rayla watched how he scanned her body ever so slowly. His cold gaze slowly darkened to the point, she could see his chained demons growling in the darkness, on the verge of lashing out.Rayla slowly stepped back and scanned Sasha as well. Her chest was heaving up and down, and her neck was red indicating that she had been strangled not long ago. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red in tears.Sasha's eyes flickered to Rayla.An eye contact was made but both of their gazes averted to Ragnar when he stood up. He looked like he was in the mood to kill. He suddenly looked thirsty for blood and he was. Not for her blood but for the one who did this to her. It has been a long time since Rayla saw him like this. Most of the time he was either a crazy lunatic or a cold bastard, he was rarely like this. "Leave." He ordered Rayla in a low monotonous tone.His voice was so dark even the bad witch had to contemplate whether to leave his little human alone with him or not."LE
"Keep repeating those words until I tell you to stop...by the end, I want the real answer."She always thought that her life would be pretty easy considering that she was a princess who wasn't a puppet of the kingdom whom people bow to but an actual princess. Deep down she wanted to marry Atlas but her mother wanted her to marry a royal. She knew at the time of her already delayed marriage she would convince her parents to marry her off with Atlas as she would happily spend the rest of her life with him but here she was being helplessly bent over by a monster who for no reason was crazily obsessed with her.He was a lunatic who desired to have her in his own sick ways."Please, L-Let me go."Her tears began to trickle down, falling on the table beneath her face like a slow rainfall.A little tighter grip from his side had her chanting the Mantra once again as if her life depended on it. Although this chanting wasn't helping her, it was just one of his sick games to ruin her even more.
It was around midnight.The ticking of the clock was the only sound that echoed in the eerie silence of the room.Sasha who was sitting on the couch instead of lying on the bed and sleeping was scribbling something in her diary.She was sketching a flower. Her head was blank, her eyes were blank, and her memories and rationality were gone at the moment. It was just a mass with a beating heart and a moving hand sitting on the couch. What happened in the afternoon surprisingly didn't leave her baffled. He had done much worse to her and this was just an addition to his series of cruelty. He was a Greek god but with the personality of a monster.A sudden noise coming from outside of her room had her hand instantly halting. She looked up at the door and stared at it for a while. Contemplating if she should go and check out. She shook her head and turned her focus back on the sketching but the noise came again.She stared at the door through her lashes, putting her things aside. She stood
"Who asked you to comment about my choice?"Both Mason and Fiona looked ahead while Sasha slowly turned around only to meet his intense gaze. He was standing near the corner of the corridor, leaning against the wall with his sturdy arms crossed over his sturdy chest, and his ankles crossed together. He was in his usual royal dressing, indicating that he hadn't gone to sleep yet.Fiona immediately bowed at him but neither Sasha nor Mason bowed at him which was quite suspicious for Sasha. Shouldn't Mason be the one bowing at him?Surprisingly, he remained the same."Mason asked," Mason said with a shrug of his shoulder and Ragnar narrowed his eyes on him. "What were you two doing?" Ragnar asked, eyeing both Mason and Fiona before his gaze settled down back on Sasha. "This was the first time Mason was seeing Sasha, so just an introduction." Fiona made an excuse and Sasha passed her a side eye before matching Ragnar's gaze. "Since when did your people start lying to you?" Sasha asked and
Sasha sat on the sofa in front of the window with her elbows resting on the sill as she stared outside at the city that surrounded the castle. She wondered if the people who lived there were the same as their king. Were they hostile or friendly? Was the atmosphere down there humanely or terrifying, surrounded by the scent of blood?While she was pondering on this, the door of her room was knocked and a maid stepped inside. She bowed to Sasha and told her that her husband, King Jasper, sought her. Yesterday's events raked her mind and she went stiff for a while. Nevertheless, she left her comfort zone to see Jasper.The great Jasper who choked her to death yesterday, yanked half of her hair out of her scalp and called her a whore even with his half-crippled form. Sasha entered his room and like usual, he was sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard.He was reading a book but he closed it as soon as Sasha stepped inside. She was quite nervous, wondering if he had forgotten
"I-I got lost." She barely managed to let out those words. Her heartbeat was picking up an abnormal pace like usual whenever he was around. The side of his lips curved up in a smirk."Since you got lost...how about you let me get lost in yourself as well?" Though those words were supposed to be romantic but they didn't make her heart flutter, they made her gut twist in dread."That w-was not heart f-fluttering." She stammered pulling her face a little back because he was too close."So was it gut-wrenching?" He asked and she barely nodded. She was surprised at how easily he read her. She was like an open book to him, he could read her like poetry while he, despite being an open book, was downright unreadable by her."Either way, it makes me hard for you." He said and grabbed her hand, putting it right on his hard d*ck making her flinch as she stared down in horror. She just couldn't get over the fact of how big he was and how always-most of the time he was hard around her."A-Are yo
They are vague...But...They are there...The memories.Sasha pushed away from him, fighting to breathe as she stared at him shocked. Her eyes snapped to the trunk of the tree before meeting his muted gaze that was void of any darkness or evilness.His muted gaze was the most lethal of them all. You just couldn't understand what he was up to."W-What was that?" She forced the words out of her mouth."What do you think?" His calmness was scaring her. She preferred his psycho-lunatic side more than this one. "I..." She was baffled. Her mind was forcing her thoughts to take the path he was pointing at but her heart was in a denial phase. "My p-past..." She trailed off, not knowing what to say yet her mind was in chaos.He stepped towards her and she unconsciously stepped back. "Our past." He corrected her and she swallowed thickly. Tears burned the back of her eyes when she realized that she was something to him even in her past life. He however never died and was still living in those