Chapter 66 66
DAVINA ELM.
A few days later,
My few dresses were all dirty, so I needed to hasten up and wash them before Dragon Sovereign returned, as Orrifin had let me know when I saw him and inquired. He made me know that Sovereign had a lot he was taking care of, and wasn't even in the realm as it was.
I felt he shouldn't even return again, but a part of me missed him and wanted to see his face again.
With that, I needed to hurry up so I would be present when he finally returns.
I was spreading the dresses on the rope at the balcony when someone nudged me from behind. I turned to see a female with white hair glaring at me with her arms folded. She didn't look like Dragon Sovereign, so there was no way she was his family.
Her hair showed that she was a storm dragon, and her eyes were beautiful—I had to agree.
“Is there a problem?” I asked her, since she didn't seem to talk to me.
She closed the distance between us and scoffed, “I wanted to know the charm you're using on Sovereign. What's the name so I could use it on my soulmate? It's not that easy stealing the heart of such a man that he even forgot his betrothed.”
My lips opened, and then shut again.
Why was she asking me, knowing that I was a slave? She really wasn't up to no good.
“I used no charm on him, and we have nothing in common except that I'm his slave.” I narrated, and she stepped away from her. “If you don't mind…
“Stop telling lies, fae. Slaves tend to be loved by their masters and claimed all the time, intimately. And because of this, their masters mostly shift their attention from their wives to the slave, so this is what's happening between you, Dragon Sovereign, and his betrothed.” She gestured, her voice so tiny that one would think she was a child.
I ran my tongue across my upper lip, shaking my head, “Honestly, I don't get what you're talking about. If that's the case, then why does Dragon Sovereign punish me all the time, even if it has to do with my brother? I'm just a slave and nothing else. The sight of me even irritates him sometimes.”
She didn't seem to believe it either, and I didn't even want to care.
“Well, I think you're going to be punished by him again, because your brother is being punished by the Dreadwing Generals for attempting escape.”
The fabric I was holding slipped through my fingers. “My brother?” I asked the lady, but she didn't respond and leaped away from my sight. “River? He was caught…I knew it.”
My chest grew heavy that instant, and I just wanted to run to him and stop them. Would he be blaming me now or himself? Why was he making it hard for me here?
After so many times of hitting my fist on my chest to feel relieved, I spread the remaining dresses, then grabbed the bucket and left. I entered my chamber and sat on the floor, and when I couldn't hold back my tears, I let them spill down my cheeks like a river.
I felt like I was the cause of the torture he's been going through. All his stubborn acts were making me think I made a mistake saving him from the fae clan.
No matter how much I warned him, he wouldn't have listened until it turned out like this. He knew better that the dragons were so powerful that they would bring him wherever he was, yet he was risking it, instead of lying low since he wasn't dead.
Now, how would I see him? Dragon Sovereign was returning today, and I won't be able to sneak out again.
He would be in so much pain, yet no one to help him.
I felt so bad, goddess mother of the fae. If this was our fate, then it wasn't worth it.
As much as the faes are already in the palms of Sovereign, they aren't passing through the kinda torture my brother and I were passing through here. The worst was that we knew nothing about what transpired between the faes and the dragons in the past.
No matter how much I cried, my chest didn't feel relieved. And as though nothing was working out for me, a knock came on my door soon. “Dragon Sovereign orders your presence…!” I heard Orrifin say from the doorpost.
I hurried to my feet, washed my face so quickly to not implicate myself, and then I headed to his chamber hastily.
He was changing up when I arrived, so I rushed closer to help him, but his dragon growled at me, sending me flying backwards and landing on the floor.
I winced as I felt I sprained my wrist, and when I looked up to him, he wore that thick frown that could send someone to hell.
After so much endurance of the pain, I still stood up and bowed to him, “You should have just told me not to get closer instead of hurting me when you just arrived. That's unfair of you.” I said, not looking at him, and my expression twisted.
What if I had slammed my head on the floor and passed on? He would be so happy that the fae female wasn't his mate any longer, and so he would get a dragon mate soon.
“I'm not going to apologise…” he responded, walking closer to me.
Upon hearing that, I raised my face to see the man who was making that statement as though I were nothing to him any longer. Wasn't he the one who made me fall slightly for him days ago? Who even shed tears because I was refusing the soulbond?
“My dragon did that, not me,” he added and grabbed a seat opposite me. “How have you been since I left?”
I glanced around and then pointed to my chest, “Me?”
He nodded, “Yes, you…!”
Why does he have so much pride?
“Even if it's your dragon, don't you think it isn't right? You could scold your dragon, or I'm going to do that.” I snapped at him, wearing a chiseled expression.
He scoffed at me, “Scold my dragon? Can you stand it if it appears?”
I stepped back a bit. How and why should I?
“My dragon wouldn't have done that without a reason. You must have hurt him,” he said, and looked really mean.
He was so funny. I hurt a reptilian animal that lived in him?
“You must be joking…”
“If you think so, then I should get straight to the point,” he said, his voice firm and commanding. “I didn't want to mention it, but since you're offended by my dragon's action, I would.”
“Say it already!” I snapped and looked away. His taking sides with his dragon, knowing that it just acted rashly, was pissing me off.
He stood up from the couch and clamped his hands backwards, “Davina, I would love to know what transpired between you and Perrin.”
A lump formed in my throat at that moment. I couldn't feel my chest moving either.
“You heard me! Tell me, so I would assume I observed wrong. What happened between you two?” he asked again, sounding so mean.
So, if I didn't get angry towards his dragon, would he have let it slide?
I recalled what Perrin told me as a response, but a part of me didn't want to do that. I was scared that if I implicated Perrin, she would stop looking after Ofelia, who had refused to leave this realm.
After several minutes of not saying a thing, he cleared his throat and asked, “Did you enjoy it more than I did to you? Do you think she's the one you need and not me?”
What were all these? Would he execute me if I told the truth?
He sounded like someone so jealous that they would make their partner pay for cheating on them.