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Chapter 4

SPOV

"Office, now," my great grandfather commands, his voice laced with scarcely controlled rage to leave me instantly obliging his orders. I scurry after him, sparing a wary glance back to my cousins, noting their fearful expressions just before the office door is slammed shut behind me and I realize I'm in for yet another world class ass chewing.

"Grandfather," I start, intending to defend myself, only to be instantly silenced by a stern glare. My head falls in shame before I silently drop down to the leather chair before my grandfather's ornately decorated desk and from the corner of my eye, I see him fall to his place behind said desk with a defeated sigh.

"How many times, Susannah?" he starts miserably his head falling into his palms in defeat. "Just how many times must we have we have this same conversation?" I sit silently, knowing anything I say in return will only result in worsening my current situation.

"I'm tired, Granddaughter, so very tired and stretched well beyond my limits. I yell, I threaten, I attempt to bargain, yet nothing ever changes, you continuously refuse to change your precarious ways," he sighs out dejectedly, his silvery blonde head shaking in defeat.

"I'm sorry, Grandfather," I offer in response, earning yet another sigh in return.

"You're always sorry, Granddaughter mine, yet your actions clearly prove otherwise," he answers back to send a wave of guilt through me. He's not wrong and I hate knowing I'm to blame for his current, defeated demeanor.

"I know," is all I can answer in return, watching as he leans down before I hear him sliding open one of his desk's many drawers. He proceeds to pull a piece of worn parchment from said drawer before placing it carefully before him upon the desk. "What is that?" I question curiously, noting the small frown that comes to his face before he glances up to meet my gaze.

"I had hoped to one day see you rule in my place, Susannah, to see you become the rightful ruler of the Sky Fae," he continues, ignoring my query entirely and managing to prompt my anger by bringing up such a sore subject, yet another topic the two of us will clearly never see face to face upon.

"I want nothing to do with the throne," I tell him for what must be the thousandth time. "I never asked to be a princess; that's not the life I want for myself," I grit out, loathing the very thought of such a tedious and bureaucratic future.

"Yes, you would prefer to knowingly waltz into danger night after night, risking your mortal life time and again with no regard for how your actions may affect anyone else," he answers back harshly, leaving the two of us glaring at one another.

"You know full well the reasons behind my actions, Grandfather, probably better than most," I remind him, seeing sympathy momentarily flash within his pale eyes before he schools his features once more.

"Your vengeance is rightly justified, this I can admit, but you cannot go on living this way. I fear my heart simply can endure it no longer," he sighs out to leave me frowning as yet another wave of guilt washes over me. "As a part of the royal family, we have guards. They are well trained, as you are well aware and they are more than capable of fighting against our enemies."

"But Grandfather," I try to argue, once more being silenced by yet another hard stare.

"There will be no further argument," he returns harshly. "I already have plans set in place and though I know you will likely hate me for doing so, I did only what I felt I must in order to keep you safe, to keep you alive," he elaborates to send an icy chill through me.

"What did you do, Grandfather? What exactly is written on that parchment?" I demand, watching as his pale eyes scan over said document prudently, a grim visage etched over his ethereal features.

"It is a royal decree, one that has not been called upon for centuries now," he states, his voice taking a somber tone before his steely gaze catches my own. "It is the official declaration of Comórtas Pósadh," he elaborates to leave my jaw dropping in shock. A Marriage Tournament? No fucking way.

"No," I whisper, my head shaking in disbelief. "Grandfather, you wouldn't," I remark, earning only a raised brow in return. "Goddamn it! This isn't fair! You can't fucking do this to me!" I cry out in rage, my finger pointing accusingly as I abruptly rise to my feet. Pure fury shines from the depths of his pale eyes as he, too, rises to his feet.

"I am your grandfather and what's more, as leader of the Sky Fae I am your prince! I can damn well do as I wish and as this is the only way I'm able to ensure your safety, fair or no, you damn well will go through with this as you have no other choice," he yells back as his chest heaves with anger.

"I will not be forced into marriage. I refuse to be pawed off like some gilded prize!" I cry out, standing at the desks edge to leave our faces mere inches apart as I meet my grandfather's unflinching gaze.

"Plans are already set in place and you will oblige with the defined terms of said tournament as, like I said, you have no choice in the matter," he reiterates to leave me abruptly shifting gears, quickly realizing my anger is only apt to fuel his own aggression further.

"Please, Grandfather, please don't do this," I plead, seeing no punishment more harsh than to make me go ahead with his current plans to see me married off to whomever wins said tournament for my hand. I hold no desire to ever marry, despising the very thought of another gaining any sort of control over my life and certainly don't want to be left with no say in the identity of the one I will inevitably be left tying my life to.

"I'm sorry, Susannah, but you leave me with no other choice," he offers back softly, clear sympathy shining in his pale blue eyes. "If I thought there was any other way," he starts before his voice breaks and I feel the start of hot tears stinging at the corners of my eyes.

"I hate you," I whisper back, having to brush away the start of my tears before I spin upon my heel, suddenly needing to put just as much distance between my grandfather and myself as humanly possible.

"You can hate me all you want, Susannah, but for doing as I must in order to save your life, I refuse to be apologetic," I hear him call after me just before I slam the door shut firmly behind me. I fall against the heavy wood, a defeated sob escaping me as I feel as though my entire life is falling down around me.

EPOV

"Sookie," Godric and I whisper in unison, both sitting upright upon the bed with matching frowns upon feeling said fae's growing distress. "Fuck, she's gone," I remark, noting the heavy scent of fae wafting around us. A low groan escapes me and both mine and Godric's fangs shoot down in unison as our shared lusts are suddenly flooding the child- maker bond.

I forcefully push down upon my growing desires, the two of us proceeding to rush through the room in order to discover clues as to our estranged fae. I rush to the bath, noting the blood soaked towels still spread out over the pristine tiles before looking to the shower to note water droplets still clinging unto the glass walls.

"She bathed," I call to my Maker just before he joins me with a firm nod. I note that his lusts are spiking along with my own and know we're only moments away from being wholly overcome with the intoxicating effects left behind by our afternoon visitors.

"She borrowed our clothes as well," Godric adds lowly, drawing closer as his emerald eyes darken with a yearning to match my own. My mind quickly fits the pieces together as I reach up to gently cup my Maker's face into my palms

"Then we must assume she was apprehended by allies in lieu of her enemies," I breathe against his pale pink mouth just before feeling the silken caress of his lips brushing lightly against my own.

"I believe you are likely correct about this, my child," he whispers back before I finally lose what little grasp I have upon my self-control. My hands slip to the nape of Godric's neck to leave my fingers twining within darkened locks before our mouths meet once more, but this time our kisses consists of so much more than feather light caresses.

"Eric," Godric breathes into my mouth, succeeding in bringing a pleasurable growl in return as our slick tongues begin twining together in an erotic fight for dominance. Eager hands tear away cotton shorts to leave the two of us wholly bared to one another and my anticipation is thrumming within me as I suddenly find myself pinned against the glass wall of the shower.

"Master, please," I sigh out, not caring at all just how pleading my voice sounds as I want for nothing more than to give into the waves of longing humming insistently between us. Godric's pale wrist is suddenly held against my lips and I instinctively plunge my descended fangs into his alabaster flesh, knowing full well what is to come next.

"My child, my beloved," Godric breathes against the exposed flesh of my throat before pressing a tender kiss to the crook of my neck. I gaze down to see him lathering his hardened length generously with his healing, crimson bloods and the sight alone is enough to send my own firm arousal kicking. By now, I'm quivering with crippling need and a light sigh falls from my lips as I feel the smooth head of him pressing gently against my entrance.

He presses ahead slowly starting to work himself ever deeper inside me and though I realize his careful actions are on account of him wanting to save me from any semblance of pain, I simply cannot hold off any longer. I push back, abruptly impaling myself upon his hardened length to elicit mirroring groans from the two of us. Fucking hell, this is exactly what I need.

I rock my hips forward before slamming back against my Maker once more, an action which leaves white stars clouding my vision. Sweet Odin. Godric takes firm hold of my hips then, stilling my movements and I willingly succumb to him completely, gladly letting him take the lead as he proceeds to thrust his hips against me with hard, sure strokes.

"Fuck," I grit out, feeling him take me into his palm. He proceeds to stroke me, his hand falling into the same steady cadence as his rocking hips and I surrender myself entirely over to pleasure. I turn my head to meet his hungry, emerald gaze and crash my mouth against his, proceeding to kiss him with a passionate fervor to rival his own.

"Eric, my Viking, my child, my love," he breathes the sweet endearments against my lips to leave me purring in utter contentment. How I love my Maker, my beloved, my savior. Much too soon, I feel my impending release encroaching and Godric must feel it as well as his thrusts are suddenly becoming harder, more demanding against me.

"Godric!" I cry out, feeling his sharpened fangs plunge deeply into my shoulder to send me plummeting from the lofty peaks of desire. My head falls forward and a soft purr resounds from my throat as Godric proceeds to pull shallowly from my throat as we both float slowly back down from our shared release.

"My child, I love you," he whispers softly, reverently as he licks the remaining crimson beads from my throat. A satisfied smile falls over my lips as I catch his adoring, emerald gaze over my shoulder.

"As I you, Master," I assure him, turning to pull him into my loving embrace. I press a soft kiss upon his lips, taking a moment to relish the feelings of utter contentment and shared devotions flooding the bond between us. I then feel Godric's anxiety spiking and meet his wary gaze as a light frown falls upon his lips.

"If our Sookie is with her allies, what could possibly be causing her this amount of distress?" he questions, leaving me shrugging my shoulders in turn.

"I have no fucking clue," I sigh out, absently trailing my palms over the smooth expanse of his back as my mind is once more taken over with thoughts of our golden fae. "This is becoming a rather aggravating trend; being left with only more questions, yet never finding any answers about her," I remark, before Godric leans forward to rest his head against my chest as he nods his agreement.

"That it is, my child, that it is."

AN: Details of the Marriage Tournament will be revealed as we continue, so don't worry, you won't be kept in the dark for long, I promise! But, as always, feel free to ask any questions as I'm more than happy to answer! :D