10. His Rage

YILEYNA

The moment we returned to the palace Theon had told one of the other royal guards to escort Charlene to the healers for a check over.

“Don’t I need to go…”

A withering glare made me go quiet. I needed a healer too… “She needs to be checked ov-” “Take care of yourself first, princess.” Theon’s icy reply came, cutting Charlene off. I exchanged looks with Charlene but neither of us spoke knowing that if he told the king what happened… We were entirely screwed. All the way back Charlene had kept on saying it was her fault and she was ready to take the responsibility, but Theon had ignored her. I knew she was trying to drill it into him that I had nothing to do with it. But I did… I should have been more responsible.

“I can walk.” I declared as we headed towards my quarters.

He came to a sudden stop, not even looking at me and dropped me, making me gasp as I landed hard on my ass on the floor. Pain jolted up my side making my eyes sting with tears.

Goddess…

“Walk then.”

He crossed his arms, his eyes simmering as he looked down at me. I frowned, forcing myself to my feet, the pain from the injury was excruciating. “See?” I replied haughtily, clutching my injured side as I limped along, gripping onto the wall. I needed a healer, but I couldn’t even mind link, why didn’t he let me go straight to the infirmary?

“Sure, the poison from a Siren’s claw will kill you slowly.” He remarked to my annoyance, following me down the hall.

This was so hard as it was. I paused, unable to go further, needing a break. I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily as I looked up at him. “Yeah, I’ve heard, how about you be so nice as to call a healer for me?” I asked, trying not to scream as a flare of pain shot through me. “You seem capable enough.” I felt my own irritation growing. “What is your problem, Theon? What have I ever done that makes you so angry towards me?! Just get me a damn healer please!” I turned away, not wanting him to see my tears. I gasped when his hand went to my shoulder, spinning me around rather harshly, but just then we heard footsteps and we both turned to see one of the healers walking toward us.

“Miss De’Lacor, Master Theon. I came as fast as I could.” The elderly male with a long white beard remarked, his eyes instantly assessing me. So, Theon had called a healer. “Bring her to her quarters, Master Theon.” He ordered politely leading the way to my room. I glared at Theon, warning him not to touch me. I turned to follow Healer Ulric when I was suddenly lifted by my thighs and tossed over his shoulder. “Ouch!” I gasped feeling the pressure on my stomach only tugging at my injury on my side. “C-careful master Theon, she’s injured is she not?!” Healer Ulric exclaimed. Healer Ulric was a healer mage and one of the heads at the royal infirmary. “She isn’t in that much pain, are you?” Theon asked, yanking me off his shoulder and into his arms. I gasped in pain, clinging onto his shoulder and glaring at him murderously.

“I didn’t say that! I said I can manage; you are hurting me.” I hissed trying not to focus on his perfect jawline.

“Don’t like a little pain?” He taunted quietly. My heart skipped a beat, and he quirked an eyebrow. “Key, little storm.”

I blinked, realising we were outside my quarters. I quickly took it out and handed it to the healer. I glanced down at Theon’s neck, my nails had drawn blood.

a jerk to me too… Our eyes met and aside from his anger, I couldn’t make out the emotions

on

remarked

please don’t master…” Ulric

as he let my legs down instead, before he pushed me with a mocking flick back onto the couch. “Good enough?” He remarked glaring at Ulric. He didn’t wait for an answer, walking out and shutting the door behind us with a snap. “Sorry about that.”

a respected elder, but it seemed Theon had no care for it. He

deal with brutish men all day long; he just has thick skin. He does care… He was very clear I must come immediately. Now tell me dear, where are

shirt, his words ringing in

he cared or not. Sometimes he did things that I’m sure my

zoned out as the healer got to work, a soft orange

everything

I should stay away from. However,… no matter what a jerk he is, I couldn’t get over the way my heart raced in his presence, the way those amber

Siren’s touch is nothing more than death

It had been strange… they say when a Siren sings one becomes completely enraptured and is lured to their death without

De’Lạcor… The healing herbs will make you feel rather drowsy. I’ll

out.”

reply, letting sleep

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discussing what happened yesterday. Luckily the king didn’t question us, but

couldn’t imagine being kissed by that thing.” I rolled my eyes, lifting my top as I looked at my healing wounds, in her ornate, gold-framed, floor-length mirror. She gave me a sheepish

but it’s… you know they say it’s bad luck.” She mumbled looking down at her organza gown, fiddling with the hem. “Yeah no one lives after the kiss of death and if by some miracle you make it

will associate you with bad luck, I would never think that

meeting. I knew what she

he won’t tell anyone, I

She shook her head confidently.

did save us.” I pouted. Saved me again… “Did you

the mirror and letting my top fall over my stomach. “He called your name… he saved you first…” She wiggled her eyebrows pointedly, and I tilted my head, rolling my eyes. “Oh for goddess’s sake, Charl, stop it, he probably did that as the Siren had a hold on me. It was probably easier to save me first or he just thought I was useless and probably would die before you.” I dropped onto her luxurious four-poster bed and stared up at the canopy. The organza curtains blew gently thanks to the wind that came in through the open balcony doors. “I don’t know… I just think maybe I need to stop gushing over him.” Charlene murmured watching me. I turned my head to look at her, as

serious Yileyna… I think maybe

her eyes and

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