Gothic Human -> Elven Princess - Chapter 15

"Oh, my daughter," my father said when he saw me. He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "Are you alright? Did that brat of a prince harm you?"
At first I thought he was talking about Raukos, but then it registered that he was talking about Legolas.
"No father, he did not," I said. At that time, Sabros walked into the room.
"Have you told her the news?" My father asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Sabros answered with a bow.
"Aren't you excited dear? You will be married to one of the most revered elves in our world. The Moriquendi world."
"But, he's not a Moriquendi, is he?" I asked, looking at Sabros's green eyes.
"No, but he might as well be." My father looked at sabros with an approving smile. "He has been under my services for over a thousand years."
As my father turned to look at me, and I saw Sabros give him a forced smile. It appeared to be more like a smirk.
"There is something I have changed my mind about. Instead of waiting two years for the wedding, it shall be in a few months. I don't want that arrogant Silvan Prince to try and take her. One thing I can say for him is that he wouldn't try for her heart if she is already married," my father said, as he looked out the HUGE stain-glass window.
"What?! Six months?! That...I ... I'll only be eighteen," I protested.
"Isn't that the normal age for human? I mean, that is when they are deemed eligible, is it not?" Sabros asked.
"I am not human," I corrected.
"But, you have been aging like a human. I believe, on your 18th birthday, you will start aging like and elf," Sabros informed me.
"I assumed you would be excited. Many maidens would give their right arm to be wedded to Sabros," said my father.
"Don't worry. She must be in shock. I'll make your daughter very happy," Sabros assured my father. Now, my dad was staring at Sabros's captivating smile and reassuring face. But I knew his real intention of the words, for while he was saying this he was running his fingers up and down my arms. I stiffened at his touch, but for some odd reason... I kinda liked it.
"Well, Moriwen. I expect your very tired from your travels. Sabros, why don't you show her where her chambers are," my father commanded.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Sabros said with a bow.
He put his hand on my back and led me out of the room. He was pushing me forward with his hand, so I had to walk faster to keep up with him. I noticed his long strides and the swiftness with which he walked. He seemed so uptight. After a few stairs and hallways, I realized that either my room was next to Raukos's, or we were headed back there. The latter was correct.
When we reached there, there was two more elves. They were both Moriquendi.
"Moriwen, this is Athos and Noras. They are your other older brothers," Raukos said as we walked through the door.
"Moriwen!" They shouted as they ran over to me. They wrapped their arms around me.
"You've grown so much!"
"I haven't seen you since you were a baby," they both said as I gasped for breath. I noticed that their builds were the same as Raukos. To much muscle to be natural!
Athos let go and walked over to Sabros.
"Congratulations, Sabros," he said as he shook his hand. Then he pulled him closer so that Athos's lips were almost touching Sabros's ear, and whispered, "If you harm her in any way, I will kill you."
Sabros just smiled and nodded in respect.
"Brothers, now that you have seen her, I say that we should let her retire to her room. It has, no doubt, been a long and tiring day for her," Raukos said, looking at Sabros. I followed my brothers gaze and saw Sabros try to suppress a smile. He looked in my direction and gave me a small, cocky smirk that made me very uncomfortable. He walked over to me and took my hand.
"Come, Princess. Let me show you to your room," Sabros said in a formal tone. He nodded to Raukos as he led me out of the room. After we were no longer in my brothers room, Sabros dropped my hand and moved his to my lower back. I just continued to stare ahead, and bit my tongue. In my thoughts I began to pray that he wouldn't do what I thought he was going to do once we reached my room. My prayers were unheard.
As soon as we reached my room and the door was closed, Sabros pressed me up against the wall with a hard kiss. I tried to pull away, but I couldn't. There was a wall there! When his hands started wandering, I decided that I wasn't going to let him go that far. I looked over his shoulder and saw two swords mounted on the wall. In the blink-of-an-eye the tip of the sword was touching Sabros's neck. He pulled his mouth off of mine.
"Let go of me," I demanded in a flat tone.
He did, but he remained pressed up against me.
"Get away from me."
He backed up and the sword never left that spot on his neck. When he smirked at me, I began to feel nervous.
"You are quite naive," he growled. The next thing I knew, the sword was pointing at me! "I am more powerful than you. Your little tricks wont work very well one me. Now... where were we?"
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