Lover Sacrificed - Chapter 20

Darius was heartbroken as Nalla sobbed through her words. It killed him to hear her say those things, though he knew where she was coming from and he could understand. Despite everything, he had hoped to have this time with her.

To know he was the reason she was in so much pain, emotionally… ripping his heart out with his bare hands would be less painful.

- Please call Jhade and get her to drug me. Please.

His first instinct was to say no. To service her despite her wishes. He knew she wouldn’t deny him. Not really.

But he couldn’t do that to her. Despite her physical pain, she had been strong and told him how she felt. What she wanted. And he would respect this always. No matter his own feelings, his own needs.

He took the vial and syringe from the bedside table. He would take care of her himself. Even if it killed him.

He filled up the syringe and kissed her softly on her forehead before injecting her as he had been taught. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he watched as the waves of her needing lost their intensity and she calmed a bit.

He put his clothes back on and sat down on a chair, content just to sit with her and watch her go through it, even if he didn’t service her.

- Darius?                   

Her whisper was weak but he quickly got up to approach the bed.

- What do you need my love?

- I’m sorry.

- Don’t be.

- I just can’t…

- It’s ok. Really. I’ll take care of you until you’re ok and all better.

- No.

- No?

- I… I want you to leave.

Her breath caught on another sob.

- Darius. Please. Just leave.

*-*-*

Darius closed the door behind him as tears rolled down his face.

He was raw inside. Completely savage as the love of his life dismissed him from her side.

He closed his eyes as he just stood there in the dark.

He seriously thought of just ending it. All of it. If he couldn’t have her, there was no point to life. There was no reason to live.

But he hadn’t been raised as a coward.

He would do what he was told and put up with all the shit his father wanted him to, but once he was crowned king… He would take his revenge.

All this pain they were causing Nalla, they were causing him…

It would take centuries before his father even thought of abdicating.

Not a problem.

He would use the time to his advantage.

Sooner or later, he would get rid of the whole Glymera.

And Nalla… Would. Be. His.

He knocked on the door and John opened with a frown.

- She… she doesn’t want me to service her. I have given her the drugs. She should be ok, but I don’t want her to be alone.

- Are you ok?

An eerie calm came over him as it became cristal clear to him what he needed to do.

- I will be.

He turned to leave but John’s whistle stopped him.

- Wrath is looking for you.

- I know.

- So is Zsadist.

- Yeah… I know.