The Imprisoned Princess

Jessica Yaw Romance

"So I am bait?" I asked. I knew I was repeating the obvious but I was trying to absorb what was happening.
"Basically." He said. I burst out laughing.
"You really have miscalculated. You have overestimated the generals' affections and my parents." I scoffed. This seemed to anger him and I jumped as something slammed in the dark.
"Surely your parents will want you to be Queen one day." He stated, clearly confused.
"My parent's want General Ahriman to be King. They are only marrying me to him because tradition demands it. My Mother told me after the engagement that I would likely die in childbirth and my husband would be free to marry a stronger she-wolf." I finished triumphantly. This seemed to enrage him. Suddenly, hands closed around my neck. I panicked as I struggled to breathe. The hands were sending sparks into my skin, as if an electric current was running from his skin into mine. I was starting to lose consciousness when the hands let go. The chair was knocked over and I let out an involuntary cry as I went crashing to the floor, hitting my head. Everything hurt. I had never been treated this way by anyone. I felt myself being moved and realized the man was standing me and the chair back up. I could feel the blood oozing from my head and I groaned. The wolfsbane was stopping me from healing.
The man came close, grabbing me by my hair. My eyes met his and I felt paralyzed. He was extremely handsome. He was tan with shoulder length brown hair. He had a defined jaw and a nose that looked like it may have been broken once. His eyes were a vibrant green. For a moment we just stared at each other. Then he lowered his face to mine and whispered softly into my ear: "I hope for your sake, you're wrong. Because if your fiancé doesn't claim you, you're of no use to me." He was so close I could practically taste his breath.
"And if I am no use to you, then what!?" I said softly, afraid of the answer.
"Then there's no point in keeping you alive."

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