The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 415: Contracted Marriage Duties

The vampiress scoffed with twisted lips in displeasure, stricken by Falka’s unexpected ridicule, she marched out of their sight. freёnovelkiss-com

Ares glanced at Falka with amusement in his eyes "I was half expecting that retort." He confessed.

Falka smiled "She seems to really be interested in you, I feel slightly bad I took her position." She said dryly.

"It was never hers to begin with." Ares remarked firmly and his reply made her cheeks heat with a shade of pink and she smiled demurely.

In silence, they walked down the Hall to their chambers were they would now share as husband and wife, but then, Ares halted midway.

"You may stay in your chambers if you like, it’s not necessary to sleep together." Ares suggested.

Falka’s face slightly dropped at the unexpected suggestion from him.

Even though she had strengthened her resolve to distance herself away from him and avoid something deeper from stimulating between them, she was slightly disappointed with his suggestion.

Refraining from showing her disappointment, Falka said "I’ll go to my chambers then, goodnight Prince Ares." She said in a stiff tone as she turned away to leave.

But unfortunately, her voluminous wedding gown stopped her from rushing out of his sight like she would have done. Within taking two steps, he caught hold of her arm with a gentle grip.

"You can stay if you want, it was only a suggestion to make you feel comfortable." Ares said.

The ring of his velvety baritone voice whisking into her ears made her willpower melt, but the broken shards in her hadn’t been mended yet and she feared getting more broken than she already was, cause if she did, then she might truly become what they had feared her to be. Chaos.

Without turning back, she retracted her hand from his "I’ll be more comfortable in my chambers." Falka said and walked away.

Ares merely stood in position as he watched her retreating figure, the train of her white wedding dress swimming behind her until she faded away from his sight.

He knew Falka needed space to find herself in a world she was oblivious to and she needed time, time to heal her broken self and he would give her just that, until she was ready to trust again, to open up.

Falka arrived at her chambers and as she shut the door behind her, she was finally free to put off the act and not struggle to resist any longer. But there was a distant yearning within her, one that made her insides heat with an inevitable allure, drawing her like a magnetic pull toward Ares, it was strong but Falka refrained from giving in, she had to if she needed to survive.

The connection between them was perceptible but Falka knew she had to rid herself of any link to weakness or vulnerability.

Peeling the dress off, she put on a flimsy nightdress and retreated to bed. Falka was already exhausted as it was, but as she climbed into the bed, her thoughts wandered to the tea she would be having with the queen the next morning.

Falka was excited to know more about their family and the mystery surrounding their bloodline. As her thoughts wandered, she drifted to the world of slumber.

Morning arrived and Falka was rather early to rise. She climbed out of the bed and moved toward the windows were the sunlight filtered through.

As Falka peeked out of the window, her eyes narrowed to a carriage engraved with the insignia of East Ravka as it halted in front of the castle. While she looked, she saw the council members emerging out of the castle as they approached the carriage.

They were about to leave for East Ravka and she would never get to see them again, her freedom would belong to her, but still, the pricking unease within her and the gnawing feeling of bitterness couldn’t let her put it aside.

Merely seeing them made Falka’s blood boil and her golden orbs burned with the intensity of a thousand sun within them. As they approached nearer, Falka clenched her fists tightly, unable to control her emotions.

In the next unexpected heartbeat, roaring flames erupted out of thin air, making the carriage go up in wild flames. The force stimulated from the burst of flames sent the council members flying backwards and soon, an uproar emanated from within the castle grounds.

Falka gasped in shock as she moved away from the window. She hadn’t been expecting her powers to conjure up from her anger. She had always been angry, but her powers had been useless, not up until now.

The realization of what she had done hit her and a satisfied grin cut through her lips. Rushing towards the window, Falka peeked out to see if she had managed to harm or perhaps kill any of the council members.

Unfortunately to Falka’s disappointment, none of them were badly hurt as she saw the guards rush to their aid, their alert keen and watchful as they searched for the cause of the attack.

Falka’s face turned into a scowl as she saw them being aided by the guards and quickly taken into shelter. Falka scoffed with a dark smirk curving the corner of her lips up.

The council members had a look of shock and fear on their faces as they almost encountered near death experience, meanwhile the guards were on a lookout for the cause.

The sensation of being able to invoke dread and chaos with just a single thought made Falka’s nerves sparkle with dreary excitement, but then she hit her head repeatedly, having to remind herself that she was not that person, she wasn’t dangerous or chaotic, she didn’t revel in the darkness she felt whenever she used her powers, or did she?

Falka moved away from the window as she refused to believe that she was truly what they feared her to be. She had only reveled in making the people who hurt her suffer, she comforted herself with the thought but her intrusive thoughts whispered to her that it was a lie. She loved the terror and look of fear in people’s eyes whenever her name was mentioned. She loved the feel of warm blood dripping through her fingertips. She loved the cloak of darkness on her, perhaps she was what they called her to be.

For a split moment, she wondered if her mother had been right, would the world have been a safer place if she would just die? Was she really bound to generate chaos and destruction?

Falka’s thoughts were abruptly disrupted by the knock on the door. Securing her frail gown against her body, she opened the door.

Two maids stood in front of her and they bowed "Goodmorning Princess Falka, we are here to prepare you for breakfast, the Royal Family are expecting your presence at the dining table."

Without saying anything, she let them in and like every other day of her life, they prepared her. She was clad in an exquisite light blue dress while her hair was braided beautifully.

As the maids led her down to the dining hall, she clutched her gown in fear, thinking the alliance between East Ravka and their kingdom would be cut off after the attack that morning. Falka hoped inwardly it wouldn’t come to that.

As the doors open, Falka approached the table. Her eyes met Ares’s for a second and her throat clogged when she remembered the awkward moment between them last night.

Falka immediately averted her gaze from his and darted it around everyone. She bowed in greeting before taking a seat next to Ares.

"A little birdie told me you both slept in different rooms, why is that?" Draco broke the deafening silence with his blatant question and Falka’s hold on her cutlery abruptly slipped.

"It’s a contract marriage, what were you expecting? Besides, why are you spying on us?" Ares snapped at his father with a subtle glare.

"I wasn’t spying, I was simply watching and just because it’s a contract marriage doesn’t excuse you both from fulfilling your duties. To you it might be a contract, but to the rest of the world, it’s like any other marriage in a Royal Family, not bound by love but duties." Draco stated out.

Rama pursed her lips as she turned to Ares "Your father didn’t quite put that right, but he’s right. I know it was a contract marriage to help Falka, but still, her bloodline mixed with our bloodline will guarantee more powerful heirs in the future capable of protecting this kingdom."

Falka whipped her head toward Rama with a look of incredulity on her face "I don’t understand. It was a contracted marriage and I was told, someone else could perform those duties."

"Every Royal wedding is a contract of alliance. And what do you mean by someone else? Our bloodline is too important for someone else to mix with and besides, Ares is your mate, so there shouldn’t be a problem there..." Rama trailed off when she realized she was spilling too much but it was too late.

Falka’s brows furrowed deeply as she blurted out "Mate?"

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