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Chapter 1
He stood there; his presence commanding the space around him. Everyone was silent; watching him with speculation and fear. Everyone waited with baited breath, the smirk on his lips sinister and cruel. No one moved, for fear of being on the receiving end of his anger. I took a hesitant breath and took a step forward. All eyes were on me, although no one turned to actually watch. His blue/green eyes slowly slid towards me, his smirk fading as his eyes narrowed slightly at my approach. My step falters slightly as his gaze pierces right through me, the small tray of fresh fruit shakes slightly in my hand. I stop a few feet in front of him and bow my head.
"Would my prince prefer an apple, instead?" I keep my head down and watch his feet move as his posture changes.
"You are quite audacious to approach me now servant. After what has just transpired..." He hisses at me.
"I only do what I am bound to do, my Lord… And that is to serve and offer food." I hold the bowl of fruit to him, using both of my hands to make sure it does not fall. His hand reaches up to grab one of the succulent fruits. He takes one in his hand and scrutinizes it thoroughly. His free hand shoots out, knocking the bowl to the floor, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around and pinning me against his toned chest. His hand still held my wrist, effectively pinning my arm across my stomach to hold me still. He wasn't holding me tightly and I could easily break out of it, I pull against his hand and his grip tightens causing me to wince. I take a shaky breath, scared and afraid.
"Are you afraid of me, servant?"
"Everyone is afraid of everyone, my Lord." A shiver runs up my spine as he lets out a chuckle.
"So you try to poison me?" He hisses in my ear, holding the apple just in my sight. His warm breath tickling my ear.
"No, my Lord," My eyes grow wide and I struggle against his hold again." I would never commit such an act of treason!"
"Insolent wench! Do you take me for a fool?" His voice is cold and commanding.
"A fool, my Lord? Hardly." My voice falters, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.
"What, then?" He pulls me closer, his muscles flexing against my back.
"A Prince…" It's hard to breath; my lungs are screaming. My vision blurs and starts to fade black. He says something, but I don't hear it as I lose consciousness.*
** A few hours later**
Voices talking quietly, invade my ears. I groan, the dull throbbing of a headache in the back of my head. The lights flood my eyes as I open them, looking around. I'm in the healing chamber, laying on one of the examining beds. The attendants scurry around, and one stops at my side.
"You are safe, my dear. The Prince brought you here. Get some rest, now." Her words fade as I slip back into unconsciousness.
** One day later**
Again I am awoken by voices, although, this time there is shouting.
"You will not touch her!" A woman screams. "She is not well and needs rest!"
"The Allfather has requested her presence immediately." A man says to her.
"She is not well! Don't you touch her!" Another woman pleads desperately to keep them at bay, but to no avail. I try to open my eyes but they crack ever so slightly. Hands roughly grab my arms, as I am dragged from the bed, the healer's cries, falling on deaf ears. I'm limp in the guards' arms as they haul me to the throne room. By time we reach the hall, my eyes are half open, but my body is far too weak to function properly. The guards stop and drop me unceremoniously on the cold marble floor of the throne room. I groan softly, and lay there on the floor, my eyes screwed shut in pain.
"You should kneel before your King." Odin's commanding voice rings softly across the quiet hall. The faint screams of the healers can be heard outside the doors. I try to move my arms and succeed in moving them a few inches. I place them flat on the ground and attempt to push myself up, but my arms give and I drop back down to the floor with a dull thud. My breathing is labored, my energy low from the exertion.
"Child what is wrong." Queen Frigga crouches before me, her hand resting gently on my back.
"No… Idea… My Lady…" I manage to squeak out between breaths.
"Were you in the healing chamber before you were brought here?"
"Yes…" My breath grows shallower as the time slips slowly away.
"Get the healers here!" She speaks quickly to a guard. A few seconds later, I am surrounded by people, and I once again slip into the dark reaches of my mind.
"My King, please have mercy on her. She is not well and we were looking for the reason as to why she is ill. We have not found anything so far, but her body is very weak and cannot handle the strain of even being awake. Please allow her to rest and recover and then she will be able to speak on her own."