Chapter Thirty Nine

Emily's POV 

I saw a group of security men. They were hefty and looked strong.

“Ms. Emily Silver?” The tall one with short black hair asked. He was wearing nice clothes and boots. He was probably high up in the hierarchy.

“Yes, that's me.” I responded. 

“My master asked me to take you inside as soon as possible.”

“Who is your master?” I asked.

“Jacob Galahad,” he responded.

“I see.”

“Who's… this?” He asked me, pointing to Fayne who stood solidly beside me.

I took a step forward. “He's my slave. He goes with me wherever I go.”

The security man cleared his throat.

“My name is Simon, I work for Jacob Galahad.”

“I see.” I said with a smirk.

Simon gestured me into the gate. “Please come with me.”

“I would go in with you but first, wouldn't you like to apologize for leaving me outside for so long?”

Simon cleared his throat. “Well… I didn't expect that you would arrive so late. We thought you'd changed your mind.”

I sneered. “Aren't you curious as to why I arrived so late? Or is it none of your business?”

Simon sighed. “I would like to know.”

“I was attacked. Does your master know this?”

Simon hesitated. “Oh no, the master was busy all day. I doubt he knew. No one knew.”

“Anyway, please show me the way in.” I said.

“Please don't be mad at the master, I'm sure he didn't know any of these things. He would have made arrangements to make your coming easier.”

“Forget about it, I'd just talk to him about it instead.”

I knew I was probably acting too sassy but I couldn't help it. I was rilled up what what I'd experienced during the day. My rider died because of the wickedness of Jacob Galahad, my soon-to-be husband.

“Please, it'd be best to not talk to the master about this. Let bygones be bygones.” he said and I frowned.

Was he trying to silence me?

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“The master is already under a lot of pressure, it'd be best not to put him under more.” He said and I frowned.

More than that sounding like a warning, I knew Simon was trying to be helpful in his own little way. But I couldn't trust anyone who was loyal to Jacob Galahad.

“Why don't you lead us inside?” I asked Simon and gestured into the huge home which looked more or less like a penthouse.

“Sure,” he said.

I headed back into the carriage and Fayne rode it in. 

When I finally alighted from the carriage, Simon told me. “Your slave is not allowed to go with you to the inner chambers. He'll be given a room to share with the workers.” 

I looked at Fayne one last time and said, “Fine.”

Simon led me further into the house and as I walked down the hallway with Simon, I felt weird. I was indeed in a vicinity away from my father's house. It felt strange but it wasn't in a way I wasn't used to. After all, I'd lived in many places before.

“Here,”

Simon gestured to a huge room with beautiful and expensive ornaments. 

“Please wait here while I inform the master that you are here.” Simon said and I nodded.

“Okay.”

While Simon left, I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. I looked around the room and it was all pretty decent. 

But nothing special was arranged. It was clear to me that Jacob Galahad had no wish to marry me. Instead, he wanted me gone. This made me overthink my decision to come here. Should I have just taken the route the brother wanted me to take? I could've escaped with Fayne and we could have lived a wonderful life together.

No, that couldn't possibly work out.

I sighed, hearing footsteps heading my way. It must be Jacob Galahad. The smell heading my way felt rich and fragrant. It couldn't be anyone but Jacob who was approaching the room. I immediately put the veil over my face and waited. Soon, the doorknob twisted and the door opened. Through the veil over my eyes I saw Jacob Galahad. He had bags under his eyes. He looked extremely tired. But I could not have sympathy for this. This was the man who literally called for my death.

“Emily Silver,” he turned his back to me. “You’re my wife now.”

“Yes,” I responded. “My father sent me here to be married to you.”

“Well, let me make one thing clear then. I will never be able to meet your desires as your husband.”

Even though I was prepared for this and I didn't want any ties with Jacob Galahad in the first place, my heart still broke upon hearing his words.

“W-what do you mean?” I asked.

“My marital status with you is to help me continue my business, it has nothing to do with you.” He said and I sighed.

All these things weren't new to me but somehow when I heard Jacob Galahad say it, it hurts really deep.

“Aren’t you even going to look at my face?”

“I don't even want to look at your face,”

“Could that be why Lyla Dune died?”

There was an obvious silence in the room which made the air uncomfortable between the two of us.

“You couldn't treat her with the barest minimum which is why she died,”

Just as I said that, Jacob Galahad sped towards me and grabbed me tightly by the neck, causing me to choke on my spit but I couldn't even cough. I felt suffocated and I started to wiggle around for some space to breathe but it did no good.

Just when I was about to give up, Jacob pushed me onto the bed causing me to cough and try to catch my breath. The veil fell off my face but Jacob Galahad had turned to the door.

“Don't show your face to me, or anyone else if you don't want to get in trouble. Just live in this room for the end of your days.” He walked out of the room and slammed it shut, then I broke down into tears.