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As if the ground sank from under my feet her words and evil face pierced right through me.
I don't know what I was thinking, hoping for a better life. Believing the prince, even if I had my doubts and didn't understand the whole situation... He seemed so sincere. What a joke I am, thinking that a slave would ever be treated well. You're a joke Rana, you're pathetic. Exhausted I fell on my knees, I felt myself breathing heavy. To give someone a glimmer of hope and then... take it away so easily. Don't cry Rana, never show them your tears.
I hear Dalia laughing.
I see the prince turning around, seeing me on the ground he raises an eyebrow. 'What are you do-'
I lifted my head and looked once again in those deep blue eyes. 'You really are the worst. Now I know why they call you merciless, now I know why they say you don't have a soul. To think you might actually care, what a pathetic slave I am.'
The tears are running free now. 'You could've pierced me with your sword and it wouldn't have hurt so much.' He starts walking towards me and I see the confusion in his eyes.
'5!' I hear Dalia yelling furiously. 'Not another word.'
Tristan looks up and focuses his eyes on her. His eyes turn dark and his fist clenches his sword on his belt.
He walks toward Dalia. I hear him breathing like an enraged bull who's running towards a red flag.
'What is the meaning of this?' His teeth are clenched and the tone of his voice frightens me.
'Your highness, that slave cost me money. I bought her what makes her my possession. The law states that this goes for as long as she lives or her current master hands her over. The beautiful steel handcuffs she wears show everyone that she is from the house Dreolli. Our emblem is burned into it. And since the head of this house has put me in charge of the slaves, I am the one who decides what happens to her. If I decide to tie her up and all the men tonight f**k her in every hole, it's my right because SHE'S MINE. And I have no intention of changing that.'
This woman is pure evil. I felt something rising that I haven't felt in a really long time. My despair turned into anger really quickly. I balled my fists and stumped them hard onto the ground. At the very same moment I hear everyone but the men in front of me scream. Still on my knees I turn around and see Tristan's sword pierced deep in Dalia's stomach. Making a slight twisting motion, he pushes it a little further until he is only a inches away from her face. 'Problem solved.'
When her body goes limp, he pulls back his sword, wipes the blood off with her dress, and puts it back.
He turns to Legas, who looks pale and wide-eyed at the lifeless body of his wife.'One down. This isn't over Legas. If I EVER see you even looking at Rana again, your faith will be the same. Do we understand each other?'. Still staring at the ground, Legas nods.
He's coming my way and despite the scene I just witnessed I'm not afraid... I think. I feel really weird.
He holds out his hand and for a moment I hesitate, as if my body has its own will I take his hands and look him in the eye. I feel my body trembling from all the heavy emotions I've been through in this few minutes. He must've noticed because he takes off his cloak and hangs it around my shoulders. The fabric is thick but surprisingly lightweight and warm. It moves gently with every breeze.
When I feel his warm hand on my cheek, I forget everything that just happened. I press my cheek further against his hand and close my eyes. Enjoying the moment I sniff the fresh air, I never noticed before but the courtyard is actually really pretty. There are flowers blooming and a few large trees with bird nests in it.
'What's going to happen to me?' I whisper.
'We'll see, but I know one thing. From now on, you belong to me. No man or woman will ever hurt you again. No one will ever touch you again but me. I will take down every one who dares to speak to you or about you in such a disrespectful way.'
I hear Nikon clearing his throat. Annoyed by the interruption Tristan helps me on his horse and gets up to sit behind me. Turning his horse to Legas he yells 'I suggest you clean up that mess if you don't want Zion to pay you a visit. He doesn't like rotten meat but I'm sure he will make an exception this once.'.
He clicks his heels and the men follow.
'Zion?' I ask.
'You'll see' and he smiles.
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