Forever Yours

Chapter 7

*UNKNOWN P.O.V.*

She watched her husband apprehensively through the crack of the ajared door as he furiously paced across the room. The room would have been pitch black if it weren't for the light coming from the fireplace near his desk and the string of light stretching from the door she was looking through. Papers were scattered around the room, most likely from being thrown down after hearing the news. The room was silent except for the loud echoes of his footsteps bouncing off the cold stone walls. The messenger stood nervously near the fire, his eyes darting back and forward as they followed the boss waiting for something to happen. He looked to be a middle aged man with a slight hunch at his spine. His eyes were droopy, like he wasn't used to sleep, and his swollen feet were dressed in rags. Suddenly her husband stopped walking and looked at his servant with such anger, she wouldn't be surprised if it burned holes through the messenger's torso.

. "What do you mean they're dead?! The whole purpose of your job was to make sure this wouldn't happen!"

The messenger began to sweat and opened his mouth to answer, " Well-"

" 11 years..." He cut off quietly. "11 YEARS!" He roared causing the messenger to flinch. "WE'VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR 11 YEARS, AND NOW ITS RUINED BECAUSE A PATHETIC LITTLE SLAVE LIKE YOU DECIDED TO TAKE A LUNCH BREAK?"

"I-I'm s-s.." the messenger tried to work up the courage to finish his sentence.

"Your what? Sorry? Do you even know how hard these years have been on my wife?" His eyes narrowed into slits and he began to walk menacingly towards his servant. The messenger's eyes widened in fear and he began to back away until he hit the wall near the fireplace. " You think a worthless apology could make up for the years we've lost in this mess? You think it could make someone come back from the dead?" He slowly inched forward with each sentence. He calmly stepped in front of the messenger, trapping him in the corner. "You have a wife don't you?

He paused waiting for the pitiful man to nod. " And children? 1, correct?" The man nodded once again. "Tell the story again? Wasn't she your miracle child, your daughter I mean."

The messenger looked confused as he began to tell the story of his young daughter. "As you wish, master." His voice was hoarse and croaky, as if it was barely ever used. " My wife and I tried for many years to have a child, it was the one thing that we wanted the most in life, what we had always dreamed of. Our own family." The messenger seemed to have forgotten about the dire circumstance he was in as he looked into the distance with a slight, barely visible smile tugging at the outer corners of his lips. " After years of trying, we finally achieved it, my wife was pregnant. On the day of the birth, we were overjoyed. My wife held our creation in her arms, the eyes were closed and still. When I held our beautiful child in my arms I sensed something was wrong. My smile slowly disappeared when I realized that the baby wasn't breathing. We screamed for the doctor, and..." He trailed off, the smile was gone and tears were rolling down his cheeks. "The baby had died in my arms.... Then another few years later, we had my beautiful daughter." He looked up at her husband. " She turns four today."

Her husband half smiled, " Well I guess we can celebrate together," he turned towards the back of the room. "BOYS!" he called, and two men emerged from the darkness pushing a gagged girl with two pigtails hanging from her head. Her cheek was scraped she looked terrified.

"BETHANY!" The messenger tried to run, but was pushed back into the wall.

"Do you know what its like to be forced to leave someone so close to your heart with the only hope that you'll be able to return and make up for the lost time. Someone who you helped bring into the world? That hope would have become real for my wife and I if you hadn't been so stupid!...now you feel my pain." He slowly turned to face the little girl while the servant watched in horror. He took a gun from the shelf of his desk and slowly began to walk towards the girl.

Unable to conceal herself anymore, she slammed open the door and ran towards her husband, "STOP!" She slapped the gun out of his hand. "EVERYONE OUT!" The messenger gratefully acknowledged her as he grabbed his daughter and ran out to the corridor.

She looked to her husband disappointingly , "Your turning into a monster."

Her husband looked tiredly to his wife, " I know, but I couldn't help it. Her life is in jeopardy now. As soon as that imbisol turned his back, they attacked. They were onto him, that means they know about her. With her protectors dead, there is nothing more to do. We've been defeated. The plan is down the drain, we'll never be able to..."

"No," she cutoff harshly. "We can't give up now, not when we're so close."

"What else is there to do?" He asked helplessly.

"I'm going to her. I'll protect her, even if it kills me"

He grabbed her shoulders. " No. Its too dangerous for you and even more for her if she sees and recognizes you."

"I'll go in disguise and keep my distance, I'm only going to watch after. Please let me do this."

He looked conflicted, "Fine, but I'll go with you. The boy is one of them, and it looks as if the two of them have feelings for each other."

"No", she said gently, " You must stay and watch after the clan in case there is another attack. We have to be prepared."

He pulled her into a passionate kiss, "Fine, but be careful my beloved." He said as they pulled away. She nodded and turned towards the door.

"Zahra, my daughter, I'm coming for you."

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