Chapter 21

"So" Geren boomed from behind his desk in his bedchambers, "You want to serve me now. Can I ask … why the change of heart?"

"Honestly." She said struggling in the grip of the young Drago (who she seemed to like for an unknown reason). "I just don't want to freeze to death"

"Makes sense" he replied, standing up. Geren walked slowly round his desk and leant on his bed post. "But, if you serve me and work with me, against Arthur and your cousin, how will I know that you won't betray me?"

Yanking her arm from Drago's grip, she responded, "Well, I haven't betrayed Morgana yet and I have lived in Camelot for a long while now. I even have a man who's in love with me, and he doesn't even know." Liana was attempting to sound really calm and powerful, as if she had planned everything.

"Oh, I know! A knight, I believe – brown hair, blue eyes, rather handsome?"

"Yes … how do you know that?" she asked with a sense of worry in her voice.

"Because he has been lurking around my castle for the past few hours. I don't know what he wants though" Geren said, with a sinister smirk on his face.

"What are you going to do about him?"

"Nothing. He doesn't concern me at all. He poses no immediate threat, but you on the other hand -"

Drago backed out of the room, leaving Liana and Geren together. "And how exactly do I pose a threat?"

"Well, you have magic and the effects of the poltis in your cell are going to be wearing off soon. Therefore, I am beginning to wonder why you haven't attempted to kill me yet."

Liana walked up close to Geren, so close that she could feel his deep breathing on her face. Again she was attempting the calm and powerful approach. "I haven't tried to kill you yet for two reasons. One being that even if I do succeed in killing you, your men will kill both Merlin and Arthur's company. And two, unlike Arthur or even Gwaine, your power and strength is feared throughout Albion because people know that you will use anything, even magic, to get things done." She stood on her tiptoes in order to reach Geren's ear. "Unlike that pathetic excuse of a King called Arthur"

Suddenly and without warning, he took Liana by the throat with his large hands and forced her against the other bed post. "So, you wish to serve me because unlike Arthur, I allow magic and do not shun those who have the ability to use it"

As her feet slowly began to rise from the floor, she managed to reply, "Yes, I would do anything for a man who would accept me for what I truly am."

"Anything for a man who would accept you?"

"Yes" she repeated, as she was beginning to lose air to her throat. Geren realised this and let her go, causing her to droop in stature and nearly fall over. Before she fell, Geren caught her by the arm and pulled her up to him.

"I have an idea of how you will be useful to me." He spoke loudly.

"You will be my new wife!"

WHAT? Liana screamed in her head. Why did I have to act all strong and confident? GWAINE!

Before Liana had the chance to protest (out loud), Geren forced her up against the bed post and plunged his face down to hers, engulfing her lips in a passionate and unbreakable embrace. As he pulled away, he looked down at her and said, "Perfect"

Taking her by the arm once more, he swung her round so that she was stood next to him. Even with her powers, she wasn't that strong and she couldn't do anything. "Drago!" he yelled, and the young brown haired man re-entered the room – with him stood Dominic, the large commander of Geren's.

"Men!" he boomed. "There has been a change of plan requiring the banquet."

"What is it my lord?" Dominic asked.

"It won't be a banquet at all. It will be a marriage ceremony, and here's the bride." Geren replied, practically throwing Liana at Dominic and Drago.

As she hit the floor, Dominic picked her up and Liana attempted to punch him, but he saw it coming and stopped her fist mid-air. He practically crushed her fist, Liana cried in pain and as she began to stand on her own from being thrown, Dominic picked her up and swung her over his shoulder.

"How dare you!" she cried, "Put me down!"

Geren began to laugh, "Take her to a room, will you?"

Dominic turned and began to march out of the door, with Liana over his shoulder protesting the entire time.

"Oh and Drago!" Geren called out to the young soldier before leaving the room, "Get my new bride a dress for our wedding. She will need to look at least presentable for our guests."