Chapter Four: The Proposal
After yet another long nauseating trip, Zoe and Zelenia arrived at the estate, at night, where they will now reside at. Zoe tightly gripped her older sister's pale hands and inched closer to her. Zelenia's expression lacked any emotion but her thoughts were full of sympathy for her poor little sister. This was just horrible for her being so young and fragile.
The guards lead Zelenia and Zoe to a regal palace-looking estate. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Before Zelenia could have any more slightly positive thoughts, the fae male leader gripped her hand and separated her from Zoe, leading her into a soft, breezy meadow. But why? Why at night?
The fae leaned in close as he brushed one of Zelenia's golden brown locks out of her face. 'I shouldn't be letting him do this... he wouldn't allow it' she thought. As silence fell between the two, Zelenia spoke. "I never asked your name... May I have permission to know?" she asked in a quiet, curious voice. After hesitating he answered, "Luka. My name is Luka."
Luka took the smile across Zelenia's face as a compliment. Little did he know the smile was fake. Luka continued speaking.
"The reason I brought you out here was to discuss something. You have fae powers and such fair hair which only royals may have, " he took a breif pause to breathe, "So we have decided for you and I to be having a royal wedding. You will be my wife."
Slowly, Zelenia let the words sink in. "No! I can't be your wife!" she shrieked, desperation flooding her expression. "Why not? Do you find ne repulsive?" Luka questioned, furious but still understanding. "I BELONG TO SOMEONE ELSE. SOMEONE WHO I KNOW IS STILL ALIVE SOMEWHERE. I CAN'T BETRAY HIM!" Zelenia shouted at the top of her lungs before hugging her knees to her chest and beginning to ball out tears.
Luka bent down and wrapped his arms around Zelenia. He brought her face to his as he gently wiped away her tears. "I'm sorry, but it's already been arranged. I can't do anything without the King's consent," Luka tried his best to mask his fury with sympathy, but Zelenia saw through it. She just remained curled up, crying, as Luka carried her to her new home.