A Princess's Tale
Chapter Three
Needless to say, I was terrified. If what Uncle had told me was true (and back then, I had no reason to doubt him), then what would happen to me next would not be pleasant. At all. Jonathan's eyes traveled down my robed body, mentally undressing me, I could tell. I gnawed on my bottom lip, and his darkly tanned thumb traced the outline of my mouth. "Such a beautiful creature," he breathed. "Even more beautiful than the last time I saw you."
"What do you want, brother?" I spat, trying to mask my fear, but he laughed, able to sense it anyway.
"I'm sure Uncle has answered that question, sister," he replied softly. "I want what is mine. You."
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Lovely family I've got, eh? So began my brother's regime of terror over me. The next three years were nothing but a living hell. I'm sorry, I can't write this right now. Give me a few minutes.
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Okay. I'm sorry, I couldn't deal for a few moments. It's funny. For someone who can't feel, at least, not much, that still bothers me more than I care to admit. Jonathan de Angelo. Jonathan of the Angels. That's a laugh.
I always thought your first time was supposed to be special, with someone you loved. But I was raped by my own brother. He took something from me that I can never get back. And I've been through counseling, I've talked through it, but I still feel so dirty. Josh knows. He knows when I get this look in my eyes, I'm remembering the horror, and he holds me tightly, whispering in my ear. And I calm down.
Damn him. Damn him to the deepest pits of the Nine Hells. He locked me in a room full of snakes. I cannot stand snakes. And then his head was between my legs while those . . .those creatures were all over my body. And I orgasmed. I bloody orgasmed. Then he was in me, fucking me while I lay there, helpless, my hands chained to the floor above my head. To this day, I cannot have my hands held above my head.
When he finished, and pulled out, I could see my blood on him. And I hurt so much. My legs were spread and chained, so I couldn't move. I could feel my blood dripping out of me, and he just left me there, and the snakes were all over me.
He came to me repeatedly, having his way with me. And I broke within a month. For three years, I was his slave, and he formed a Soul Bond on me, a Soul Bond so powerful I could barely break it. My hand is so tightly wrapped around the scarab pendant at my throat, I think my knuckles are turning even whiter. Oh, gods . . .
What was most humiliating was I didn't even know the Bond was on me. All the training I've had, and I didn't even know.
One night he came to me, and bathed me, being extremely careful not to hurt me. Once I was clothed, I settled on my knees, head bowed, completely submissive. I hate to think of this now. I hate being submissive. I've never submitted in my life, and this happened to me. Hell yes, I'm bitter. I'm allowed, don't you think?
So I kneeling on the floor, and he was watching me in silence. It grew unbearable, so I ventured to ask, "Your Highness?" (I'm the Princess of Light, hence Jonathan's the Prince of Darkness.)
He continued to watch me, than tilted my face up to his. "Are you happy, my darling?"
"Only when you are, Highness."
He waved his hand before my face, and suddenly I woke up. My mind belonged to me once again, and I tried to scramble away, but he had a lock-hold on my face. "Why will you not give yourself to me willingly?" He asked, and I thought I heard regret in his voice.
"Because you killed our parents!" I spat. "You raped me, you tried to kidnap me when I was five! Do you know, all you would have had to do is ask me to come with you, and I would have?! And then I learn you murdered our parents! How can you ask me to give myself to you?"
He gazed at me with his beautiful eyes, then said, "I could keep you here."
"You could," I allowed. "But what would be the point? Brother, this is not our time to meet." Even though it revolted me, I reached forward to hold his face as he was holding mine. "Please, let me go. Let me prepare, and you prepare yourself, for our ultimate meeting. We both know it's coming, no matter what. If you keep me here, it will come. If you let me go, it will come. If your will overpowers mine then, I will come with you, but for now, let me go." My voice broke. "Please."
He studied me hard, then bent forward and brushed his lips against mine ever so briefly. "Go," he hissed painfully, releasing me. "Go, before I change my mind."
At the door, I turned to look at him and said, so softly he barely heard me, "I loved you . . .Jonathan." It had been the first time I had used his name in fourteen years.
As I raced out of the castle, his sobs filled the air.
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When I arrived back at our dwellings, Micha sensed me coming and raced to meet me, pulling me into a rough embrace. That was the first time I had ever sensed another Immortal, and I learned a little later that Micha had had an accident during the harvest, and was now like me. At the moment his arms went around me, I buried the last three years deep in my soul, hopefully so far it would never come up. And it didn't. At least not until a couple of years ago. Micha and I were married, and were extremely happy together. I repressed every memory that had to do with Jonathan, and anything that reminded me of him, especially a certain event . . .
Nine months later, I gave birth to a baby boy. My firstborn . . .and Jonathan was his father. I gave the child away, and, as I said, repressed the memory. Micha, thankfully, knew nothing of the babe, because it wasn't a normal pregnancy. For some reason, I never gained weight, and I never said anything. I died right after childbirth, and when I woke up, I didn't allow myself to remember for hundreds of years. And time passed.