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Zod just shrugs. “I will come see you next time, Owa. I miss your tea too.” He smiles a little fondly.
Owa shakes her head. “I hope your travels have nothing to do with me not seeing you so much.”
He stiffens but he quickly masks it.
“I want to stay, old one, but we must go. Imp, we are leaving.”
“I’m going to catch up to you.” I say before turning to Aria, pulling her to the little corner I pulled her into last time.
She holds my face and I remember her words from last time.
“I will always come back to you.” I say, my one hand on her belly and another one on her back.
She smiles with pride. “I know.” She pauses. “I will dream of you every day until you return. Dream of me too.”
I lean in, our lips dance in a loving kiss. She runs her nails on my skin and I pull away when a purr rises from me.
“What?” She asks but her small smirk tells me she knew what she was doing.
“You are being a temptress,” I say.
“A human can try.” She leans in and we kiss again.
“I love you, orc. We all do.” She smiles.
“I love you all more.”
I feel a little better than I arrived yesterday. It’s like I acquired new energy for this mountain of a fight in front of us. And as the door closes behind us and me and Zod start walking, I can’t help the hope. I can’t see how but we will conquer the enemy. We may need to try new things. And that means I need to step into my power.
Chapter nineteen
Tempting Madness
Igor
Myfeetcarrymealmost instinctively. I must speak with my uncle. I know he thinks he is my better as he wears and parades my crown, but maybe it is time I reminded him his boundaries. The more I think about the night of my vow ceremony, the madder I have gotten. And the more distance I go from Aria, the more I know I need to bring me and my uncle to an understanding.
I am not beaten down. I may have my head down, but he must not mistake it for my submission or think I have gone soft. If I don’t stop them from gallivanting now, then they will not stop treating me like I am nobody.
I ignore Zod quietly following me, though I don’t know why he is following me. Tension rolls off my shoulders and I wouldn’t put it past Zod to know where I’m going and why.
I climb the stairs to the royal office and find two guarding orcs with axes crossed.
One of them, Gija, once one of my trusted soldiers, bows slightly and the other doesn’t.
“Prince Imp.” Gija greets.
“I am here for a private conversation with my uncle.” I don’t look at the other guard.
“I’m afraid we can’t allow that, Prince.” He says, annoying me to no end.
I know they mean it respectfully, but them addressing me as prince, the name of my youth feels like a mock. It enrages me that my uncle really took what was mine from me and expects me to play dead.
“Announce me, before I mow through you. I am running late, me and the team need to get going.” I state.
Before the other one fixes his mouth to answer, the twin doors of the royal office open and my mother stands on the other side, her face fixed in a slight scowl.
“What is the meaning of this, Igor?”
