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Throwing my hands up in the air, I shout, “Are you not going to stop this?”
Callum smirks, shrugging his shoulders. Carefree as usual and probably happy he isn’t on the receiving end of Grey’s fists this time.
Dominic steps between them, slamming his palms against each of their chests to keep them separated, then drops his voice so low that I can barely hear his words. “You can figure your shit out later. You have a duty to the princess, or have you both forgotten that?”
“Why are you always saying that. How muchshitdo you four need to figure out?” I shout, tossing my hands in the air. The four of them glance in my direction then focus back on one another.
Great, just act like I’m not even here.
“You should be the one handling this, not me. Oh, fearless leader,” Greyson seethes, stepping further into Dominic’s hand, challenging him to make a move. “You let them behave like heathens, and we’re going to have bigger problems on our hands.” The look he levels me with makes my knees go weak.
Anger and fear come off him in waves, and this time it’s definitely directed at me.
I swallow the knot in my throat. “I wasn’t—”
Dominic holds up his hand to silence me. “We don’t have time for this. Our priority is getting the princess to King Rian.”He swings his head around to glare at Tristan, a glare equally unsettling as the one Grey gave me. “I’ll deal with you later.”
“He didn’t do anything wrong,” I say.
“That’s not for you to decide,” Dominic replies.
For a moment, we stand in silence then make our way to the door, leaving my chambers as a unit.
Whatever conflict between us stays behind in my bed chambers. We make our way through the corridor. The four of them surround me, shielding me from any evil lurking within the walls of my home.
My skin prickles with fear and anxiety as we make our way through Windemere toward the king’s chambers.
Many months have passed since I last laid eyes on my father and felt his warm embrace.
The love between a father and his daughter is irreplaceable and cannot be replicated. Don’t get me wrong, my father loves both Rami and I equally. He’s never once shown favor toward one more than the other.
Most king’s would toss their daughters to the side, using them only as pawns in a chess match for power. Daughters of kings are sold to the highest bidder, a man who can promise an abundance of wealth and power to the kingdom.
My father has only ever shown me love and adoration. I’m his only daughter, and he’s made it known to the lords of our kingdom that my role as princess is just as important as Ramiro’s role.
We arrive at the king’s bed chambers with his knights guarding the door, allowing only myself to enter the room.
My father is laying in the large bed while his maids tend to his wounds. On the side of the bed is a table filled with bloody rags.
My breath hitches as the air leaves my lungs. My feet move on their own accord, rushing to his side.
Chapter
Eight
Robyn
“Father, what happened?” I ask, climbing onto the bed beside him, taking his hand in mine and being extra careful not to jostle him.
There’s a yellowing tint to his skin, he looks frail as if he’s aged thirty years in the few months he’s been away from home. More fragile than ever. Not at all like the strong man I’m used to seeing. My father is a warrior. A force to be reckoned with.
When he turns to look at me, he releases a grunt of pain that has fear creeping up my spine.
One of his maidens rushes over with a cup filled with a foul-smelling liquid in her hands. “No more poppy,” the king orders, pushing her hand away from him, scrunching his face.
The maiden’s eyes widen. “But, sire,” she starts, but my father just raises a hand, silencing her. She hesitates, then sets the cup on the bedside table.
“Father, if you are hurting, please let them help you,” I whisper to him, silently praying he isn’t in too much pain. He just shakes his head no. Stubborn man. Once he’s made up his mind, there’s no changing it.
