Chapter 18: 18

And he filled them with two hands, overflowing with pride and pride. Yes, they did not disappoint his hope and his belief in them. These are his guards who led them in the most important battles and returned with them victorious and victorious.

Celine woke up from her nap to her usual nightmare that has haunted her slumber lately so that she relives the pantry incident every night.

She thought that knowing that she was not a Siranah, she would get rid of her nightmares around them, but it seems that the nightmares do not want to free her, demanding to sweep her slumber daily.

She sighed exhaustedly, thinking of Kayden. She misses him, but she does not dare to ask to see him, as she still insists on her decision to stay away from him and the rest of the people of the palace for fear of harming them.

The entry of Damian, who opened the cell door wide and invaded her solitude, which had recently become her only companion, brought her out of her confusion.

I shrieked tightly, calling him:

What does Damien want?  Don't you get bored?

"Come on, move. Do you think you'll spend your time lying on this comfortable bed doing nothing? I'm surprised. As long as my dear brother can't let you sleep on the floor, he wouldn't leave you here lying in this cell at all."

He looked around the cell that Kayden had turned into a comfortable room, with a spacious bed and silk sheets, and a small bathroom with all the amenities.

“Does the presence of a bed in the cell bother you, or does hatred and jealousy make you grumble like girls?”

He approached her, staring at her in anger, while she stared at him with the blue of his eyes, staring at him defiantly, waiting for his reaction to stagnation.

He grabbed her elbow and pulled her behind him outside the cell.

'Let me, Damian. What do you want of me? You know that if you hurt me, Caedin will kill you.'  She chanted at him, trying to resist him, to no avail, as he was greater in size and strength.

He pushed her in front of him, forcing her to continue her walk in the narrow and dimly lit basement, roaring at her in a sarcastic tone:

"Killing me!  It seems that you do not know my brother. I am his flesh and blood, and surely he would not prefer one like you over me, for in the end if he were to choose, he would choose me, understand?”

“It is impossible for me to make him choose between you and me, Damian. He loves you so much, and if it were not for his love for you, he would have killed you long ago.”  I told him the fait accompli, for Kayden's love for him was crystal clear and undeniable.

Her words aroused his anger, and he stood facing her, causing her to collide with him. She moaned in pain, taking advantage of his release of her arm to flee, but he quickly caught her, roaring with her:

“And what is the benefit of his love for me, Ha?!  As I always find myself behind him with everything, I do not carry his pure blood, I have no right to have a wife of pure blood, and it is impossible for me to inherit his throne, neither I nor my descendants after me and you!”  He raised his forefinger at her silently, gritted his teeth, and resisted uttering what was on his mind while she was curious, asking him.

"I what?"

“Why is he?  Wasn't it he and not me?  You do not yearn for his touch and dislike his touches?  Why did you choose him?”

"It's something I can't control, Damian; my heart has only belonged to him. You can't force me to love you against my will."

He returned and pushed her in front of him, ignoring the harshness of her words, which stabbed him in the chest like a sword.

He led her in front of him, refusing to comply with her pleas to release her arm until he reached a locked iron door. He inserted a few numbers into a small box, which he opened, and took her out into the darkness of the night.

She turned around wondering, not seeing anything around her, as the dark darkness enveloped the place, drawing her eyes to the shadows of a dense forest directly in front of them.

“What are we doing here, Damien?  Where are you taking me?” I asked suspiciously.

“To a far place, far from my brother, his throne, his guards, and his enemies, I promise you that you will love him more than this palace in which my brother confines you.”

The confident tone of his voice, confident in his promise to her, frightened her, so she planted her feet on the ground, refusing to move from where she was, begging him:

"Take me back inside, please. I don't want to go anywhere with you; I don't want you."

“You will, my friends; I am sure you will love the place.”  He told her, forcing her to walk in front of him, so she grabbed his arm, trying to reason with his mind, "You don't want me, Damian; you just want to keep me away from Cayden. You want to take what he has; you want to feel like you've won him with something. Please don't use me as a tool of revenge between you and him, please."

“I want you, I want you, and I will never bring you back to him.” He shouted at her angrily.

And when despair overtook her, knowing that he was serious about his intention, she screamed, her throat full, for someone to hear her and save her from him.

.......

Cayden roared, his throat full of thunder, after which the pottery and the windows shook the moment Mark told him of Celine's disappearance at Damien's hand.

He grabbed the edge of the wooden table with his hand and pushed it violently, and it bounced off the wall, splitting into small splinters scattered around.

"How did this happen?  Where were you?  I put her under your protection, ma'am.”

Mark lowered his head and bowed his back with shameful shyness. Damian had deceived him.

"We have been deceived. He sent Lina to seek me for you at once, so I left the guard and came to you and..."

“Where was I?  Did you not know that we went out hunting the sirens? How did you come across such a trick?”

Mark got down on his knees, bowing his head to the ground, pleading with his king to give him a chance to bring her back. "Please, I have failed, and I deserve whatever punishment you give me, but first allow me to return her to you. I swear to you that I will go out at sunset and will not return without her."

Nothing will calm Kaiden, as he feels as if there is a raging volcano in its hollow threatening to erupt at any moment and burn everything that crosses his path!

How dare Damien do such a thing?

He will kill him this time; he will not be forgiven; he will tear him apart and make him an example for those who are not considered.

With his eyes bulging in anger, he roamed among his guards, commanding them in a deep, hoarse voice that contained his concern for Selene's safety.

"We'll all go out looking for them; every moment they spend outside would be a danger to Celine. We need to find them as quickly as possible."

“We are present, my lord; we must draw up a plan and start it as soon as the sun goes down,” Maxim said, hurrying to the table, which includes the map of the island directly, by drawing a coherent and solid plan.

'Yes, that's what we will do. We should divide ourselves into small groups and search the safe houses, which we use to sleep in during the day when we are away from the palace. I am sure he will take them to one of them.'  He commanded them secretly that he would not be smart about his brother and take her to another place.

"Lord, excuse me, but the question of our division..."

Kayden interrupted him, "I can protect myself, Maxim. I don't need an army to protect me; we'll divide ourselves into groups, and it's over."