Page 49 of The Dark Fae Princess
I’m about to launch into my tale of woe, when an almighty crash startles me into jumping up, causing the raven to take flight with an ear-piercing caw.
“What the hell?” I demand as I see one of the Dark Fae Guards, crumpled up in a corner of the barn, out for the count.
It all becomes very clear in the next second as I feel that god-awful fog descend on me and a hand at my back forcing me to stumble into the barn wall.
Anders spins me around and grips my shoulders. “Princess, we’re trying this again. This time, I have bigger plans for you.”
I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t throw this damned compulsion off. All I can do is blink at him.
“Very good,” he murmurs. “You’re stronger than I thought, Princess. All I needed was to know exactly how much of this spell I have to throw over you, to keep you cognizant, but utterly pliable in my hands. Perfect.”
I grimace at him. He’s been testing me this entire time. I should’ve known it wasn’t me that was pulling myself out from under his spell, but rather that he wasn’t giving me his all.
“It’s been such fun playing with you. If you weren’t a half breed, this wouldn’t work on you at all. Damned Royal Dark Fae resistance. I’ll thank your mother when I see her. “
He must sense the fear shoot through me because he smiles coldly. “Yes, I know she’s here. I also knowwhyshe’s here. But she doesn’t interest me. Not anymore. Not now that Drake has decided that his heir is going to be you.”
The fear turns to something far worse as those words sink in.
“You see,” he continues, “this works out perfectly. Once you are Queen, you will be required to take a Light Fae as a mate. You will choose me. Together we will create a child that will unite our races and I will secure my position as King.”
“Ugh,” I spit out, drawing on a sudden strength from somewhere unknown. “In your dreams. They didn’t ask for you. You are their King because your father and brothers were killed. Do you really think they will keep you around much longer? Your rule will be in tatters long before I’m named Queen of the Dark Fae.”
His look of rage makes me quake and he increases his spell by a notch, forcing me into submission again.
“You think you are so much better than me?” he spits in my face. “You are no better,Princess. You will be named because your mother wants nothing to do with your people and only because you are the better option of the remaining two Princesses. Even her father knows that Ambrosia is a silly whore that couldn’t organize a piss-up with free booze, much less rule a Kingdom. He’d rather name half breed scum like you as his heir.”
“Yet you want to create a child with this half breed scum,” I get out.
“Ugh,” he says with derision. “Purely to secure my own future with these Kingdoms.” He gives me a raking once-over, eyes lingering on my tits. “But I’ve seen a bit of what you can offer me. You’ll do.”
“Never!” I hiss at him.
He leans in close to me, putting his hands on either side of me on the barn wall, effectively blocking me in physically, as well as with his magick.
I take in a deep breath. I can beat him. I just need to find the strength inside me to do it.
“So, Princess,” he says, his eyes boring into mine. “You will choose me as your mate once your Grandfather makes you Queen. Are we clear?”
I slam my lips shut. I want to blurt out that I will do as he says, but I cannot let that happen in a million years. I will die before that happens.
He leans in even closer, his lips millimeters from mine. His body is pressed up against me. He drops one of his hands and starts to bunch my dress up, running his hand up the inside of my thigh. My blood runs cold.
“Say yes and I’ll stop,” he whispers with an evil glint to his eyes.
I’m starting to panic. My Guard is still incapacitated, and I’ve pushed Jerrick away, so he won’t be swooping in to save me anytime soon. I’m on my own here, but my mind is becoming too foggy.
The intensity of Anders’s gaze increases, and my mind goes blank.
I see a look of triumph in his eyes and he says, “You will claim me as your mate when you become Queen, won’t you, Savannah.”
“Y-Yes,” I stammer.
“Yes what?” he murmurs, pressing his body even closer to mine.
“I’ll claim you as my mate when I become Queen,” I whisper.
He crushes his mouth to mine and plunges his tongue into my mouth briefly before he pulls back, “Very good, Princess. I look forward to it. You can count on my support, in the meantime, in case that bitch mother of yours makes it difficult for Drake to follow through.” He pulls out a sharp dagger and grabs my wrist. He slices it across my palm, making me hiss with pain. “Remember this now, Princess,” he murmurs and slices his own palm.
