Chapter 33: He hates me

One week and four days.
Three more days to my promised war to the dark fae, and yet I do not feel as prepared as I should be feeling plus Vas told me, that every Royal Fae had elements they could control.. I still do not know what mine is. How would I lead the warriors to war if I don't even know my element talk more of controlling it.
This is bad, this is so fucking bad. I say to myself as I make my way out of my room to the council hall. Since I got here, Michal has been including me in all kind of meetings with the elders, although I noticed that he never actually let me know about the boarder securities and stuffs. I once asked Tian about it and he intentionally or rather not but either ways he avoided the question which I have tried not to dwell too much on but then again, I need to know more about the city rather than the amount of foodstuff or herbs being planted each day.
I heave in a sigh as I push open the council door, I am so lost in thought that it takes me a while to notice that there is absolutely no one in the hall, when I do notice though, I pause.
I look around again to be sure and yeah of course I am in the right place, it is then I start to notice the eerie feeling the hall is starting to give me, I put my hands over my sword which is strapped to my side. It is in a time like this I suddenly start to wish I had not pushed Alec away And I still have him by my side. Okay yeah, I am stupid I get it, but it doesn't hurt to pretend I'm not.
It doesn't.
I walk stealthily further into the hall, my eyes scanning each corners. What is happening? Why is the council hall empty when there should be a meeting going on by this time, and why does it feel like someone is watching me? Or perhaps it is just the statue of Ishtar staring down at me.
I shrug and turn back, start to walk out of the hall when I am suddenly pulled back by a pair of strong unfamiliar hands. A surprised shriek leaves my mouth at the sudden action. Whoever this person is suddenly straps his palms over my mouth. The last thing I remember is an hard object being hit on my head before I fall to unconsciousness.
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I wake up to sounds of fondling of metal bars. It takes a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness I am in, because yeah somehow this whole place is hella dark. When my eyes does get used to the darkness, I can make out the fact that I'm in a cell, literally. That would explain the metal bars and fucking hell, my hands are tied, I have even been stripped of my sword and fucking hell, my feet's has been deprived of shoes too.
I close my eyes as the events of earlier on starts to rush over me. I had gone into the council room for a meeting and I had found no one there.. And somebody had literally kidnapped me in my own palace.
Absurd, if you ask ask me.
I hate this, just like every other time I hate not being in control, like I would always say— it is my worst fucking nightmare. But now I am in this same helpless position, for the third fucking time and I freaking hate it. My magic too.. I try to call upon it from within but it isn't working. I bite my lip in utter frustration.
"I see you are awake, princess." I am suddenly greeted by a flash of light in the room and soon the room is void of any darkness it once had.
I raise my head to see who has just spoken. He is standing at the entrance of the barred cell, a smirk on his face. He looks quite familiar though bit I can't seem to remember knowing him. "Who are you, and what do you want from me?"
"Straight to the topic are we?" He says, a wicked grin hangibg on his lips. "I like that.."
Motherfucker!
"It is a pity though, that my first time of meeting the lost princess of L'agaib and you are in this situation.. How pathetic" he mocks.
"Too much beating around the bush, seriously. Who the hell are you! That's what I wanna know!"
He starts to talk again
"Enough Vlad!! You were asked to check if she was awake, not engage in a conversation with her." Someone speaks from behind him, although I can't see him.
"But I was.." The man, Vlad starts to protest but he is cut short by the stern voice of his companion.
"Leave! Now!"
"Yes sir" Vlad steps away and the new man comes into light. I feel my chest constrict as I stare at him wide eyes, because even if it has been nineteen years since I last saw him, I would still recognize his striking amber orbs and fairy red hair similar to mine. My brother.
"Trikan?" am I calling? Or asking? I don't know, but with as much pain as I am feeling now.. I say his name again. "Trikan?"
"You recognize me" is his plain reply as he stares blankly at me, his face void of any emotion. "That doesn't matter though, as I have severed all ties with the light fae kingdom" he continues. "Just so you know, you are in the custody of the dark Fae King"
I am confused. "You work for him?"
"Obviously"
Now that flips me off and I can only blink as I stare at my long lost brother, was he even lost? My mind starts to travel to us as little kids. He was always so perfect, doing everything to please Father and mother, after all he was going to be the next king. Even so, he was still as much brotherly to me. But what the hell happened to him? "Why? Trikan why are you with the enemy?"
"I grew up, Bells and I realized that everything is not as we know it... You should do the same, growing up I mean.. Not hanging to some stupid prophecy that won't do you good"
Bells.. He was the only who addressed me in that name, and I always loved it.. And I still do, but right now; nickname or not, this is not my brother. "Really Trik? That's all you can say to your little sister whom you haven't seen in years? That's over a decade ago Trikan? And what the hell is wrong with you!? Why are you on the side of people who destroyed our kingdom and took our parents hostage?! I do not understand.."
"Like i said, I grew up...."
With a frustrated sigh, I stand up staggering on my roped legs as I lurch forward. I grab the metal bars separating us and I shake it. "This isn't about you growing up Trikan! This is about you betraying your people! Don't you get it!!!"
"I do not have time for your talks now Bells, I guess I will see you later" he says. My tied hands shoot out in desperation, hurting me in the process but still I grab on to his shirt.
"Why are you doing this Trik? Why?!"
He grabs my hands and stares down at me, his amber colored orbs blazing. "You! You are the reason I am doing this!"
My voice drops down to a notch as he says that. "What?"
"You don't get it, do you? You do not understand how every fucking thing revolves around you? Our kingdom was attacked because of you! The prophecy was given with you being glorified as the fucking savior to the people! But where were you when they needed you? No fucking where! You were out there living your lifestyle with your fucking mortal family while I suffered the pain and damage you left behind!! And now out of nowhere you show up, and you expect me to run into your arms and bow at your feet because of a stupid prophecy?! Ishtar forbid I do!" He is breathing heavily when he finishes his speech, anger dripping from every corner of his words.
Regaining my memories and realizing my whole life had been a lie was probably not the worst happening in my life, because right now as I stare at my elder brother, the one family I should have before I finally found my parents.. I realize one thing. He hates me, my brother hates me, and that is one realization that hits me with so much force.
I let my hand fly from his hold as I stumble backwards. "That's what you think about me?" I mutter.
"That's what I know about you.. Bellatrix"
He just called me Bellatrix.
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