Forgotten

-Chapter 7-

His strong arms wrapped securely around my waist, holding me in place. My face was slick with sweat my stomach churned with fear. This was it. I was going to die. And ultimately fail my kingdom. Well, that would be my mindset if I was a pussy.

Yes, fear was definitely something I was feeling right now, but I refused to give up. I promised that little girl that I would save my people and I'm not a person who doesn't hold true to my promises. So I decided to try something. Something definitely stupid, but at least something.

I stepped on his foot hard with my heel. The dagger fell to the ground with a clank before Leo hissed in pain and grabbed him foot. "Cagna!" He whispered loudly, Elena still unconscious in the bed. I turned around and kicked him right in the balls. Leo howled in pain before falling to the ground. A burning sensation erupted on the surface of my neck and I reached my hand up. When I pulled away, scarlet blood covered my fingers.

"Shit." The dagger must've cut me as it fell. I ignored it, gracefully landing on Leo, straddling him. "Don't you dare ever threaten me again." I said, my voice laced with venom. He gave me a dark look before swiftly and effortlessly flipping us over, so I was on bottom.

Using one hand, he pinned my arms above my head. Using the other, he traced my bleeding cut with his finger. "Hmmm, seems you are hurt amor." He whispered as he pulled his finger away, now dropping with fresh blood.

I squirmed beneath him, but it was no use. His body on mine as well as his unusual strength kept me right where I was. Right where he wanted me. I was vulnerable and weak, a perfect target.

Leo took his free hand and traced the outline of my jaw, leaving a trail of blood. He hummed in satisfication before mumbling under his breath. "Cosí bella, eppure cosí stupida." I had no idea what he just said but I definitely heard the word stupid.

"Get the fuck off me!" I grunted underneath his large body. "Hm bella I think I like where I am." He said, his mouth quirking into a playful smirk. I suddenly felt something poke into my abdomen. "Seriously?!" I hissed. "Impressed?" He asked, a flirtatious smirk growing on his face.

"Hell no." His face faltered because of my insult towards his manhood. I took the chance to squirm out from beneath him and regain balance on my feet. I grabbed my dagger off the floor, my blood glimmering on the tip of the blade. I held it up tauntingly towards his chest, letting the tip slightly pierce the flesh. "Don't mess with me." I said each word slowly, enhancing their meanings.

He smirked before gripping my waist with his large hands. He reached a hand up, tucking a piece of loose, dirty blonde hair behind my ear. "Mi dispiace, amor." He mumbled before leaning towards my ear and lowering his voice to a whisper, "I wouldn't mess with me either, Athena. Maybe plan my murder a bit better next time, ok? And don't underestimate the length of those towels." I held my breath until he left the closet he flipped me over and got up. I sat stunned, stuck in a torpor. He left the closet and the absence of his brooding form snapped me out of my corpse-like haze. I followed close behind him, before slipping out of his bedroom door, closing it quickly behind me.

I collapsed against the door frame, finally letting out the breath I've been keeping locked up. My chest heaved unevenly and my heart was basically hammering out of my chest. He knows what my intentions are now. How disappointed my father would be. I could already see the look on his face as he called me a disgrace for the eight-hundredth time.

What the actual fuck do I do now. I was a lost cause. He tried to murder me, I tried to murder him, yet neither of us actually carried out the job. What was this now? A game of cat and mouse? Maybe.

I sighed of tiredness and stress before walking slowly back to my room. I fell into a restless sleep that night, with nightmares of every possible way he could get his revenge.

I was awoken by a violent shaking and a frantic women's voice. "Madame! Madame you must wake up! Someone call the healer!" I awoke, disheveled and confused, my head pounding and dizzy. A young maid was leaning over top of me, her face creased with worry and her brown eyes dark with fear. "Thank the heavens your awake. I came in to ask how the room was and your pillow was drenched with blood." I stared at her like she had two heads until I realized that amidst the events of last night, I had completely forgotten about the burning injury on my throat.

"I have a healer coming to check it out, just try to remain conscious. You a lost a lot of blood, princess." My head became light and fuzzy. I tried to sit up and it only got worse. The maid urged me to lay back down, gently placing my head on the pillow with her tender hands. The doors banged open and I sprung back up, making my vision go blurry. "What the fuck is so important that I was awoken from my sleep!" The prince boomed. And once he saw my state, he subtly rolled his eyes. "Good lord, Athena." He muttered as he placed his fingers upon the bridge of his nose.

"Is the healer on her way?" He asked. The maid just nodded nervously before basically sprinting out of my room. Leo walked over to my bed side slowly, disappointment written all over his godlike face. "Athena, always giving me problems, hm?" I just scowled at him. He stroked my neck carefully and I hissed in pain when we ran his thumb over the damage. "Will probably leave a scar," I glared at him, "then it can remind you to never try anything stupid again."

"Fuck. You." I said as my eyebrows furrowed in anger. He just chuckled before grabbing me by the throat and squeezing. Just enough pressure to make me gasp. "Athena," he hesitated, his eyes igniting with fire, "try anything again, and you will be taking your last breath at my hands. The only reason your not dead yet is for the sake of our peoples." He growled, sending a shiver down my spine. My throat started closing and I was struggling to breath. "But don't think for a second I won't kill you. You become a threat to me, you become a threat to my kingdom. Understand?" He shouted and I just nodded, hot tears streaming down my face.

"Good." He whispered in my ear before letting go of my neck, running his bloody hand across my cheek. I gasped for air, my throat burning. I scratched at my chest as a heart-wrenching pain shot through it. He left. The healer was yet to arrive and my neck was now bruised and bleeding. I was pissed, anger coursing through my veins. I have never been so outraged in my entire pathetic life. My drive to kill him now was even stronger. But first, I had to save my kingdoms and marry Leo, than I would kill him and it will be the most exhilarating moment. An evil smirk tugged at the corners of my lips. The healer came in and tended to my neck. Just as she finished cleaning, bandaging and assessing the bruises, to which I said were from blood loss and her dumbass believed me, I asked her to go grab me the maids.

Two came in quickly, "What do you need madame?" The older one asked. "Can you tell the king and queen to prepare for the wedding? I have some plans I would like to carry out." I gave them a sickeningly sweet smile and they all nodded eagerly , leaving me to tend to my malicious thoughts.