Good day, everyone! Just here to tell you that XXXXX means the change of p.o. v. between Queen Bo and Lauren! Please enjoy reading :)
Chapter 2
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I woke up with the ever present sea breeze in the room, hinting of salt tickling my nose in a gentle nudge to my senses. The sunlight shines through my windows and I slowly open my eyes. With a few more blinks, I start to sit up and regret straight away. My head hurts like a bitch. What the hell? What happened?
'Janessa.' I call out for my personal maid, my voice sounds raspy and hoarse.
'Yes, my Queen?' Janessa walks to me almost immediately, her head bows down but not before throwing a cautious and worried glance at me.
I frown and say
'Bring me Dyson.'
'Umm ...my Queen...'Janessa hesitated and throws another glance, a glance full of fear.
'What is it?' I frown deeper and raise my voice. Janessa flinches and shrinks away.
'I'm afraid Dyson and the men are not back...yet, my Queen...' She almost whispers but by now I'm more confused, my head is throbbing heavily.
'What do you mean?'
'My Queen, you do not remember?'
'I have no idea what you are talking about. Send me someone else then, my head hurts and I'm starving. I shall investigate later.'
'Yes, my Queen. Who do you prefer and I shall have them sent here in no time.'
'Bring me both.' I grin slyly.
'Both?' Janessa asks, not surprised.
'Yes, both man and woman. Off you go now, be quick.'
'Yes, my queen.'
After I have satiate my hunger and healed my headache, the memories came crashing down like a train.
The party, the storm...then I can't recall. But why did only I survived? From what I've known, I'm the only one washed to the shore. The people had been searching for days now, I have also sent my best men into the sea to search for my general and my men. It seems that I've been passed out for two days. When they found me, they have quickly found me the strongest healer for me to feed on, but I was unconscious and went back to that state after the feed, knowing that the feed will keep my body alive.
But damn it, even after my most recent feed, I still can't recall why I'm the only one washed to the shore.
It is not possible, I know that we were in the middle of the sea when the fire and the storm happened, I can't have been "washed" to the shore.
Something or someone must have saved me, I know it.
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'I told you...'
'No, Lauren Lewis Poseidon, how many times do I have to tell you, you are NOT allowed to see the people on land!' My father, Poseidon stood tall in front of this throne, roaring so load I can feel the pressure around me crackles with power.
'But papa, I'm 18 years old. I'm old enough to take care of myself! '
'No! And don't get me started about you rescuing the Succubus! '
'Succubus? Papa, you know about the queen?' I'm shocked about this, my father have never, as long as I've known him, talk about the people on land, not even the queen.
My father grunts in disapproval at the mention of the queen. He's fuming and he keeps on glaring at me. I bow my head and look at him through my eye lashes, knowing he will relent to my puppy eyes.
'I'm sorwy...'
After a while, my father finally sighs and sits back down before asking me to come to him.
'Lauren, you know whatever I do is for your own good, right?'
'Yes, papa, but -'
'No buts, Lauren. You're my youngest daughter and I'll do everything in my might to protect you. And I've always let you do whatever you want, but this time you are too much. If I hear about you going near the Succubus and his men, I'll punish you. Do you understand me?'
I stay quiet. But the people on land are the most fascinating things I've ever know, they have legs and feet with little toes and they get to dance and run! They have fire and ships! Oh, how wonderful they are! And Oh, the queen... how mesmerizing and entrancing she was, with little sparks in her eyes and her curves in all the right places, she is so confident and beautiful.
I wish I can see her again. I wonder I'd she remembered me, but if she does-
'Lauren! ' my father roared one again, angered by my silence. I realize I've spaced out and quickly look up.
'Papa, I don't understand why you hate them so much! They are such wonderful creatures!'
'They're dangerous and despiseful! You will obey me, do you understand? '
My whole body is shaking, I clench my fist at both my sides. Why can't he see what I see? Why can't he understand? I slowly shake my head.
'No...' At first my words are just the softest of whispers.
'What did you say?' My father's eye narrow, as cold as the darkest part of the ocean, piercing into my soul as if daring me to say something. But I'll be his pawn no more.
'I said no! I'll see them today and tomorrow and for as long as I can!' I shout.
'You dare disobey me?' My father rours loud, word by word as he slowly rise to his feet again. The pressure around us once again crackled with power and tension so thick you can cut it with a spear.
'Yes.' I speak firmly and stand my ground. 'For the Queen...'
'The queen? You're under her thrall! What did she do to you? I'll kill her!' My father's eye widen and his chest rises up and down fast.
'No, papa! She did nothing to me. Just...just leave her alone, leave ME alone!' With that, I run out of the throne room and into my room with tears streaming down my face.
