7 - Prince prick
1769 Words
Elenor
I don’t know how long I’ve been here. A couple of hours, maybe, though it feels like days. I haven’t wasted my time, however. I have plotted in my head all the ways I want to kick Prince Arseholes head in!
Oh, I have so many choice words for that prick, and I hope he chokes on them!
Who the hell does he think he is?
Having me arrested because Sylva calls me Mommy?
Whose fuckin.g fault is that!?
Exactly, his!
By the Gods, I want to wring his fuckin.g neck! I am so mad that I can’t calm down. I will not lay down and die. I did nothing wrong. My child will not be born in this place; I guarantee it.
I don’t yet know what I can do to stay in Sylva’s life, but I’m not about to give up on that baby. I promised the day I met her that I would always be there for her. No matter what it takes, I will never leave her.
I don’t know what’s happening to Sylva right now, but I doubt her arsehole father has thought about what all of this means for her. I know children as young as Sylva adjust and forget in time, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy for them in those first few months. If he loved Sylva at all, Prince bastard features wouldn’t do this to that baby. I am all she knows!
I need to get out of here. I don’t know what I would say to the King and Queen if I did get out of here. But then, I don’t plan to stay. I want to snatch Sylva and run as fast and far as possible.
The trouble with that is the King would find me in seconds. I could cast a masking spell, but I would need a large body of water for that.
On the other hand, running with Sylva would only cause her pain, and I would never do that to her. Sylva would miss those members of her family she does know. Her father might be a useless piece of shi.t, but Sylva loves him. If I took off with her, I would be no better than the jerkoff who had me locked in here.
I turn as the lock to my cell turns, and the door opens.
A guard walks inside with two more guards behind him. “Prince Michael will see you now.”
Okay, that was quicker than I expected. Not that I want to drag this out, but I thought the prince would leave me down here for days, wondering what would become of me.
The guard approaches me and removes the shackles from my feet. He attaches handcuffs to my hands, but thankfully, they’re in front of me and not behind me.
“Follow me.” The guard tells me.
So, I follow him and one other guard as the remaining two follow behind me out of that dark dungeon. I squint my eyes when the light hits me.
Damn, that’s bright.
I’m led through the castle, and every member of staff we encounter stares at me like I’m a criminal. Great. It doesn’t matter that I have done nothing wrong. The rumors have started, and I have been found guilty in their eyes regardless.
I am never going to live this down!
I turn away from prying eyes and concentrate on where I’m going. I’ll probably end up back in the dungeons by the time I’ve told that no-good waste of space Prince Michael what I think of him. But it’s time someone did.
I wish I had been able to see my brother and Sylva before I did this. But there is no time for that now.
Am I scared of what the prince will do to me once I hand him his ass?
Of course. But I never learned when to swallow my pride and keep my mouth shut. Gods, but someone needs to stand up to that man. He is a terrible father, and it seems to me his family pussyfoots around him like a child! Sure, his threats about sending Sylva could have been promises, which would prove what a bastard he is.
But sometimes, telling a person the truth about where they are going wrong is better than the lie you are forced to live.
“The prince is through this door.” The guard tips his head toward the library.
That’s a curious place to hold a… What is this? A meeting? Whatever I should call this, I wouldn’t have expected to meet the prince here.
I tip my head, and the guard opens the door. I take a deep breath and enter the room. My hands are still handcuffed, which is annoying, to say the least.
The door closes behind me, and I look at the tall man standing beside the window, with his back toward me. He’s dressed in black trousers and a leather jacket. His neat, dark hair shines in the light, and I can smell his aftershave from here. It’s not bad.
Is the ignorant pig just going to ignore me?
As if he can sense my thoughts, he chuckles while turning to face me. Hmm, not bad.
Why are the good-looking ones either married, gay, or complete pricks?
“Elenor, I presume?”
Who the fuc.k else would I be?
I clench my teeth, biting back the vicious comeback, dying to get out, and nod.
He smirks. “I can see the anger you’re feeling. I can’t say I blame you. Having you imprisoned was overkill.” Prince dickhead places his hand on his chest. “I humbly apologize.” He tips his head.
Is he mocking me?
He sighs when I don’t respond. “Please, take a seat.”
I sit in one of the velvet chairs by the window while Michael sits in the one opposite. I hope he isn’t going to be a jerk and say something that will make me want to rip his throat out. I hate men like that, and this prick is one of those men, I can tell.
Great.
“Let me get those for you.” Michael snaps his fingers, and the handcuffs vanish from around my wrists.
“Thank you,” I mumble while rubbing my sore wrists.
“You’re welcome. I called you here because I have a few things I wish to say.” Him and me both. “Firstly, I’m sorry for overreacting. Hearing Sylva refer to you as Mommy angered me. My mind stupidly went straight to you, asking her to call you that. I felt that it was disrespectful to Sylva’s birth mother.”
I can understand that. But then, I am an understanding person.
“I never asked that of Sylva. I wouldn’t.”
Michael smiles slightly. “I know that now. Everyone has spoken your praises, especially Sylva.”
I scoff. “You mean you actually had a conversation with her?”
Michael raises his eyebrow, but I won’t back down. No way! Somebody has to stand up for Sylva, and I am just the person.
“You’re an arsehole for what you’ve done to that baby. I don’t care what you did to me, it is what it is. But all I have ever done is love your daughter the way you should have.”
“Say what’s on your mind, why don’t you? Don’t let me stop you.”
“Oh, don’t worry, you won’t.” Wanker! “Sylva is so special, and you don’t even see it. Every month, that baby is so excited to see you, yet every month, she returns home in tears.
“Why even bother with these ridiculous visits when you clearly don’t care about Sylva? Do you have any idea what it’s like to be so unwanted? Because I do, and it hurts more than anything!”
Michael keeps eye contact with me. As he hasn’t said anything yet, I’ll keep going.
“I don’t know your reasons for pushing Sylva away or why you treat her the way you do. But regardless, that baby loves you so much. All Sylva has wanted and asked for is your love, but you withhold it. Dic.k move, by the way.”
Michael sits back in his chair, popping his right ankle over his left knee, and keeps his eyes on me.
Is this arsehole not going to say anything?
Fine!
“You have no idea how amazing the little girl you helped create is. Sylva is funny, and smart, and so beautiful. Seeing you now, it’s clear how much Sylva looks like you. I don’t know what her mother looked like, but I see more of you in her features.”
I scrub my hands over my face and sigh.
“I know you’re taking Sylva back to Lykos with you, your grandfather told me. But does it have to be so soon? You don’t know anything about her. You don’t know her routine, what stories she likes, or even what she likes to eat. You can’t just walk in here, think you’re suddenly the best father ever, and take her away!”
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying something I shouldn’t. I cannot demand anything from this man; he is Sylva’s father and has all the rights, while I have none. Though I wouldn’t let him take Sylva if it was down to me. But it isn’t because I am nothing but a staff member who took care of his child.
But I love her so much.
How am I meant to watch this man take her away from me?
“I can and will do whatever I please, Elenor.”
“Because you’re an arsehole,” I mumble under my breath, but he no doubt heard it with his Lycan hearing.
“Are you done?”
I look at Michael and nod, even though I want to chew him out until my throat is hoarse, it won’t change anything.
“I am taking Sylva home with me. I do not need yours or anyone else’s permission. Everything I need to know, you can tell me about. You’ve been the one looking after Sylva all this time.”
I want to tell him to go fuc.k himself, but I don’t.
“Will I be able to see her before you leave? Please. Sylva will wonder where I am…”
“She won’t,” He cuts me off. “Because you’re coming with us.”
I’m what?!
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