How can I love you? (arranged marriage vampire/human)

How can I love you?

Chapter 21

I sat on the edge of my chair with my elbows on the table and my face in my hands. I didn't even dare to sigh. I just listened to the arguing going on around me. I hadn't even had time to change out of my dress but I wasn't thinking about that. It was unimportant. Of course there had been tears. Many tears... and of course they had been from me. Oh and Theresa of course. We had retreated to the dinning room to discuss the new terms of the prophecy. What a pile of crap! This was so unfair. I bit down on my lip, trying not to think too much about it, otherwise the tears would surely start again. I could already feel the lump rising in my throat and swallowed hard to rid myself of the feeling before tuning back into the conversation, if that's what you would call it.

"How many times do I have to say it father? I won't let him marry her. I love her. She's meant for me!" he yelled again. They had been talking as if I wasn't even in the room. I had absolutely no say in anything that went on here, which annoyed me slightly, considering I was about to join their family. I held my tongue though. This situation was too stressful to be bringing up any petty troubles of mine to add to it. 

"Philip, please listen to your father. I know you love her, but you must think logically," Theresa begged, almost a whisper. I could tell she was fed up listening to all this turmoil.

After a few moments of silence, I looked up to see Philip looking at his mother with a hard face. Her face was crumpled with stress and fatigue. 'Poor Theresa', I thought. Eventually, Philip's face faultered and his expression softened the tiniest bit. Of course he couldn't refuse her. I wouldn't have been able to either. 

He crossed his arms and looked at his father, a scowl appearing on his features.

"Son, as your mother said, you must think logically. You are the Prince of the first kingdom. You will soon become King," He reasoned. Philip opened his mouth to speak but the King held up a finger to him, so that he could continue. "I know that you love Georgia, but think son... think! If she is to be the savior of a kingdom, don't you think that you should be noble and let her go?" Philip's jaw clenched and his fists tightened by his sides but he didn't say anything, waiting for his father to continue, I presumed. "Amir has never been wrong before. I know that you may not believe that a human could save an entire vampiric kingdom by herself but that is the legend. He has never been wrong. Do you think he would purposely deny that our kingdom is in more danger than theirs if it wasn't true? Just so that he could ruin your wedding?" He stopped then and waited for Philip to answer. "Well?"

Philip sighed the smallest breath I have ever heard and dropped his head in defeat at what his father had said. At that moment, I felt enraged that he could have given me up so easily. I know I was being selfish but I didn't care! It didn't even matter in that moment because I was too in love with him to let him let me go that easily. I didn't take well to the rejection. He didn't even have to say anything, I already knew he had agreed, the second he dropped his head. I pounded my hand hard on the table and stood up quickly. Everybody that was in the room, including the King, Theresa, the twins and Philip all looked at me, surprised. "Don't I get a say in this?!" I yelled, annoyed. I could almost feel my face redden. "It's my life! It's me who has to go through this. It's me who is supposed to be the 'savior' of the kingdom. Me who is being thrown around from place to place and being told who to marry and when." Everybody just stared at me, surprised at my outburst. "You've all been talking and yelling about who should get to keep me as if I'm not even sitting right here. As if I'm not even a person, but an object," my voice had gotten quieter as I spoke and I croaked on the last word, before lowering my head in defeat. 

I knew that it was no good. They didn't care, not at all. I wasn't supposed to have feelings or an opinion. I was supposed to just sit quietly until they decided what to do with me. Philip had already agreed to give me away, without even saying it. What was the use? I couldn't force him to want to fight for me. I felt my eyes fill up with tears again and they began to spill. I was staring at the ground and saw each tear fly down to land on the soft red carpet I stood on, drifting by the white dress like diamonds. I sighed turned to leave the room. "Georgia..." Philip began softly and I heard movement as he tried to follow me. When I reached the door, it opened and Travis stood in the door way. I met his gaze for a moment and then averted my eyes to the ground again immediately. I felt a hand grip my wrist and looked at it to see that Philip had taken it and pulled me toward him. I didn't want to see his face, but I felt compelled to look. He was looking at Travis with the worst look I had ever seen anybody give to anyone. If looks could kill... I yanked my wrist away and pushed past Travis to go out the door. I just wanted to run away. I knew I would look ridiculously petty and stupid if I did though, considering there were a bunch of guards standing right outside the door. I'd look like a drama queen. What was the point? I decided to just go find somewhere to sit on my own, so that they could decide what I would do with the rest of my life for me. It didn't even matter now. I had willingly given up my old life, home and family for Philip and now he didn't want me. That thought tore through my chest painfully and I felt as if I might burst out into sobs.