Loving the Dragon King

Chapter 6: Hitting a Nerve

Alanna’s POV

I stopped dead in my tracks. I held my breath waiting for him to speak.

“Can I come in?” He said in a soft tone.

I let out a slow breath and gained my composure.

“I’m a little tired, Cianan. I’d like to get some rest now.” I lied, but my heart was racing. I guess I didn’t have the courage I needed to tell him how I felt.

“It looks like you were going somewhere. That doesn’t seem like you’re tired to me. I just want to speak quickly…”

He paused. I could tell he was contemplating his choice of words. I waited patiently, somehow, but no words came out.

“Cianan, I forgive you” flew out of my mouth.

“Uhhh… you do?”

I really didn’t, but I figured this could get him to spill whatever it was he was going to say. His face turned red as if he was embarrassed by his actions, as if he knew what he did was wrong.

“I… umm…” his words refusing to surface.

“Look, Cianan, I’m not going to say that how you treated me again tonight was right, but sometimes you need to forgive and forget. You’re the one who told me I needed to learn my place and well if I’m being honest, my place right now is by your side and if we are going to make this unfortunate fate work, we need to… get along.”

This hurt to say. Why was I betraying myself? I was suppose to rip into him and give him a piece of my mind. Why was I all of the sudden trying to be nice? He treated me like a common house servant. No, he treated me like a f*****g dog. Sit. Stay. Obey.

“I… yeah. I may not have been the … kindest to you at dinner and I’m sss… sure you could understand the pressure I’m under to produce this kingdom an heir.”

What a jack weed. He stands there, scratches his luscious, soft, dark brown hair WHILE looking at the floor when speaking to me. The only thing he could say was that he was stressed about making an heir. Not even a simple sorry. I’m almost positive the word “sorry” has never escaped his stupid, rosy pink lips. Unbelievable.

I was more annoyed than anything now. I don’t know why I thought I could be nice. I don’t k ow why I didn’t just give him hell like I had planned. My thoughts were bouncing around in my head. What did I want? Why was I making this more difficult for myself. He’ll never change, but I won’t let him take advantage of me.

“Is that all, your Grace.” I finally blurred out. I wasn’t even sorry about it.

“What do you mean is that all?” He scolded hard at me, raising his eyes to mine.

“I would have thought an apology was the reason you came to my room, not some sob story about your stresses over an heir. Maybe if you were nicer to me, we could have begun the process, but no. Instead, you keep ignoring me, treating me like a damn dog, and then have the nerve to never take responsibility for your actions, yet, you expect me to pay for mine. Where is the fairness in that, your Grace?”

I could feel my heart want to jump. Livid doesn’t even describe my emotions right now.

He was taken aback by what I threw at him. He was confused, but then snapped back to reality. The nerve I must have hit shocked him.

“I am the king, Alanna. I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. I can do as I please, take as I please, and speak as I please” His voice began to raise with his temper. He drew closer to me, but the intimidation didn’t strike nervousness. I brought out more of my rage.

“I pity you. You lack love… something I can never give you because only people who give love shall receive love.” His eyes widened, and I could see a mixture of anger and sadness in them. His eyes were a deep blue, like the ocean, a sad, lifeless ocean.

“Get out of my face, your Grace. I will not be giving you what you want until you can learn to show me kindness, and maybe the rest of your kingdom as a matter of fact. You can’t expect to have children and not show them an ounce of love and kindness. Did your mother or father never show you love? Did your mother never hold you and comfort you? Did your father…”

“ENOUGH!” He roared as he pushed me through the door way and pinned me down on my bed. His breath was hotter than normal. Was he going to release his flames? Now his eyes were like malten Lava. Ive Never seen such bright reddish orange eyes. It shot a chill down my spine. It looked like hell.

All I could do was stare up at him as his breathing increased and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His hands were warm and sweaty around my wrists as he held me still. I didn’t even fight him. I knew what I was doing.

“My parents will never leave that pretty little mouth of yours again, am I clear?” Speaking angrily through his teeth.

Silence.

“I said, am I clear!” Our noses were touching. How much closer could he get to me?

I was searching for something in those red eyes of his. The past. What was his past like? I felt anger, yet sorrow. Something was wrong. Was I right?