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I stormed out into the corridor and winced as my back fell back onto he door that I had just slammed. My heart was hammering and every instinct inside me was begging me to go back in there with the girl. My angel.
The need was so intense my hands were shaking from my restraint and my breathing wouldn't even out no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't go in there...she couldn't know. Me and Della both agreed on that fact. Not until we figured something out about the marriage.
I looked up at the sound of distant steps and saw the passing guard that helped me in the hall a few days ago. "Soldier," I muttered, my breath too far gone to speak strongly. "Is Alexander in his chambers?"
The guard slowed his patrol and strolled over to me with tense muscles. His eyes were bright and alert, his uniform perfect and pristine.
He nodded at me before looking down at the plush carpet beneath his boots. "Will the King need to hear word of this?"
I was shocked by his question, my surprise clearly showing on my face. Why would he ask me this in his own Kings kingdom? He had the right to tell his King whatever he found necessary or troubling. Him having to carry an unconscious and bloody King to his chambers while my fists were covered in blood was definitely deserving of the Kings attention. So why would he stop to ask me?
He nodded, his dark hair fluffing with the quick movement. A small smirk stretched over his face before he glanced up at me. "I see your concern. I just don't wish for the Princess to get wrapped up in any trouble."
While I felt small gratitude, I also felt my wolf within growling at the mention of her name with such adoration and concern from another males lips.
I pushed him back to the depths of my mind like I had all night and forced a nod.
"Thank you. Do you have a name?" So I can put it on your gravestone...
I mentally shoved against my wolf again before pushing up off of the wall with ease.
The soldier nodded and rested one hand on the hilt of his sword, not out of threat but of habit. "Xander. Xander Dean Your Highness." He bowed his head slightly and raised it respectfully.
"Alright then. I thank you Xander, and request for you to take shift outside of the Princesses quarters for the night. Take watch and don't allow anyone near unless its her parents, servants or myself. Is this clear?" I asked, raising one eyebrow. He nooded and moved forward to take my place in front of her door. I couldn't risk Alexander trying to come back. Just the thought of his hands returning to her skin, his lips on hers... The pain he caused her...
"Yes Your Highness. No one shall enter. You have my word." I nodded my thanks and started down the hall, my blood raging. I needed to hit something, I needed to fight. I headed towards the armory.
I stepped grudgingly into the laid out green heels, my body aching with every move I made. I felt like I had been trampled by Apollo's hooves, the soreness and ache taking place deep in my bones and the heat fading into just a deep and harsh pain in my lower abdomen. It was so intense at times that I would buckle over at the waist and clutch onto Faiths skirts for support. She continued to cast worried glances towards me, but I brushed her off and told her it was nothing. I would simply visit Della later. I didn't need anyone else worrying about me until then.
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Evangeline Locke always knew who she was. She was the Princess of Norïa, the one and only daughter of the King and Queen Locke. She was their only child and only heir to the throne of her Father's Kingdom. Many young women would've killed to be in...