Page 45
Story: Princess of Death
He was quiet again, his face hidden because he was seated behind me. “No.”
“Then how did you come to be there?”
A heavy silence passed. The fire cracked and popped. Time continued on, the moon creeping higher into the sky outside the window. The crickets were audible in the grass that surrounded my home. “I made a deal with Bahamut long ago. My soul in exchange for a request. I served him for hundreds of years, and once he was gone, I was appointed as his replacement. It’s not a position that I wanted, but I had no choice but to take it.”
“What was the request?”
He was quiet as expected, but that silence never ended. It continued to burn long after the firewood had been extinguished. An answer never came.
I didn’t ask again. “There’s no way to be free?”
“No.”
“Have you ever?—”
“I want no more of this.” He didn’t raise his voice, but there was unquestionable power in his tone.
I let it go. “Okay.”
His muscles relaxed slightly as he gripped me.
“I like that you stay.” Sometimes my lovers slept over, but most of the time, it was just a means to an end. Viper and I had stayed together in his quarters in the castle, but we knew we had anexpiration date. Wrath could disappear whenever he wished, go away as quickly as he emerged, but he stayed with me through the night like he didn’t want to go.
“You make it hard to leave.”
I walked through the courtyard of the castle. The cemetery was there near the edge of the cliffs, most of the headstones faded because they’d been weathered by the sea air and the sunshine for so many years. It contained the kings and queens that came before me, my father’s family that I didn’t have the honor of ever knowing. There was a single headstone unlike the others—because it had two names.Vivian and Lena Rothschild. And it usually had a beautiful arrangement of white flowers gathered at the base. I never saw who put them there.
I walked past it and headed toward the double doors between the olive trees.
As if my father knew I was coming, the guards opened both doors, and he emerged, dressed in his king’s uniform without his blade, the family crest with Khazmuda in the sky above. His jaw was clean like he’d shaved earlier that morning, and he usually looked angry even when he didn’t feel that way.
But when he looked at me, that hostility always dropped—and he never looked happier. “Zunieth.” He walked to me, and as if we hadn’t seen each other in weeks rather than days, he embraced me with a kiss on the temple. “How are you?”
The guilt started to get to me. If he knew I’d bedded the God of the Underworld, even if it was because I desired to, he would beso livid he would probably disown me. It was temporary and it was a secret, but I still felt like I’d committed a horrible crime. “Good. You?”
“My men told me you’ve been sailing.”
“Yeah, just to catch dinner.” I tried not to take anything from the stores. Wanted to live on my own and be my own person. I seemed to have inherited my father’s stubbornness…among other things.
“I’m glad you’re getting back on the water.” He smiled.
“Khazmuda will be here soon. We’re going on a hunt.”
“So, you do like bear?” I teased.
He smirked. “Just for old time’s sake. We both have our own families and our own lives. We don’t spend time together the way we used to, not when we were inseparable.”
“That’s cute.”
“I can see the same connection we share between you and Zehemoth.”
“Yes.” But we weren’t fused. My father said I needed to wait until the right age to make that commitment, to be frozen in time in that appearance forevermore. He said I was still too young, needed a few more years.
“Were you here to visit your mother?”
“No. Actually, I came to see you.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Everything alright?”
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45 (Reading here)
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102