WHERE IS DAMIEN
Freda's POV
The silence grew longer than I expected, and I knew something was wrong.
"What happened?" I asked, beginning to look as horrified as my voice sounded. Why was he asking after me and not coming to see me? I had expected to wake up to him and not Kara or Christie.
"Wait, is my mother fine?" I asked and Kara nodded.
"Your dad rescued her first. Apparently, Williams had nothing to do with her and only used her to get you," she said, and I nodded. As much as I wanted to go back to talking about what happened, I needed to know more about Damien.
"He wasn't killed, Damien took him and had Lord Balen locked up in the chambers."
"What about Verestina? I didn't hear you say she was locked up. Did she escape? Don't tell me she got out of this?!" I asked, frowning, my sadness quickly replaced with anger.
"No, she couldn't escape. His Highness killed her instantly. You should have seen the look on his face when he tore her apart. He plans to use Lord Balen and his Uncle as an example," Christie said with a smirk on her face and I knew she was enjoying this.
I should have been happy about how everything turned out, my mother being okay and Verestina finally getting what she deserved, but I wasn't. I turned to take out something Damien gave me that I had put in the drawer next to our bed, but as I turned I did not see the drawer. I frowned, turning around to look at both Christie and Kara.
"This isn't my room, what's going on?" I asked.
"This is your room, Freda," Kara said sadly.
"No, my room was bigger, now that I think about it, the door wasn't in front of the bed but b-" I wasn't in the Castle, I wasn't with Damien, I wasn't even around him, what was going on.
"This isn't Valthrun, is it," I said slowly, and Kara nodded. Immediately, tears welled up in my eyes, and my heart broke. I had yet to understand why I was in my father's kingdom and not Valthrun, why I was not with Damien, I wanted to be with Damien.
"You should not cry, Freda", I heard Christie say, and I realized I had been crying. My hands slowly reached my face and I felt wetness and cleaned it off.
"W-why?" I asked gently. I needed to know why I wasn't with Damien. Has he left me…? Finally?
"He brought you here himself and looked after you until he left the next day. Christie was brought in the next day after he left. When he stayed there, he never left your bedside, he didn't eat, shower, or sleep, he watched you all day and night. He even refused to get treated because he needed the doctor's attention all on you," Kara said, sounding sad. While she talked my heart felt heavy. I didn't realize I was crying again until my shoulders began heaving. I missed him.
"Was he angry? H-he didn't even look at me when he came to save me, h-he didn't" I said with tears, and Kara moved to sit on the bed beside me trying to console me.
"I-I don't know" Kara answered. Christie was already crying as well, and it broke me even further.
"I need to see him." I stood up from the bed.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kara frowned. "Not until you're completely healed.
" I am healed, at least I am awake." I didn't feel better yet, I only felt seeing Damien would ease all the pain.
"Well, this is not a place where you can escape again, Freda. All eyes are on you. The whole werewolf pack has been guarding your room since you have been unconscious."
I sank back into the bed, my body hurting me and a pounding headache followed suit. All I wanted to achieve…the freedom with my mother, the college life I had always wished for, the happy life with Damien…none of it was coming to pass. I am a mess now, I lost everything.
Did Damien perhaps know that I had never wanted to be his queen? Would he translate that to me not wanting to be a part of his life? I wished he was here, I needed to explain to him that the freedom I wanted was internal, I wanted freedom from the feeling of being oppressed and bullied at a young age. Freedom from being told only what to do, living by people's rules, freedom from having to hide under people's superiority because I didn't have mine.
I needed the freedom to live by my own decision. I guess I had none of that now.
How long will my healing take and would Damien ever visit during these times? I needed to talk to my father. He was with Damien when I was being rescued. Something must have happened.
Damien wouldn't see me in such a long time and then leave without me being awake. It was more than I thought. He was angry with me and I needed to know why.
I wanted to apologize to him, for hurting him. For ruining his plans to be king, for making him a mess. I wanted to be wrapped in his arms for the rest of the day.
"Enough thinking" Kara snapped her fingers twice in front of me. "You should get something to eat." She gestured toward Christie, who walked out of the room and came in with a trolley of food afterward.
It didn't feel like Damien's palace and I missed the scent, style, and manner of how Damien treated me.
Soon, I whispered to myself. I was going to reach out to Damien myself if anyone tried to stop me in the future. Planning another escape wouldn't be a big deal. I needed to know where I stood in Damien's life.
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