Chosen

Chapter 20- Remember the Pirahna that Bit your Balls, Honey?

So kings and queens are like the hyped up versions of Royals? This sounds like so much fun.

"But wait, why and how are we rejecting the change?" Daniel inquiries, taking the words right out of my mouth.

"You have to be balanced physically and mentally in order to accept it. If you aren't in touch with your emotions, it's going to control you again."

Her eyes dart between us two. I shift around in my seat nervously.

"I can sense that you've already accepted the powers, son." She smiles warmly at him, before turning to me. Her face drops, wiping away all warmth.

"You, my daughter, have a lot of work to do." She says, tone laced with pity.

Rosemary points at the door. "Herald, Daniel, leave immediately."

Daniel stares at her, clearly confused by her request. He shifts his eyes towards me, wondering why I'm the only one staying.

He still obliges, even though he's dying to ask question.

His father treads behind, closing the door to give us privacy.

She sighs and walks over to me. She takes my hands and hold them in a comforting manner. Her touch is a gesture of motherly love, something I haven't experienced in over 600 years. I fight the urge to cry.

Her eyes penetrate my own, searching for answers to her questions. What her questions are, I'm not sure.

"What's going on with you, darling? Are you okay?"

"I-I don't know. I'm lost." I admit.

She hums lowly. "Tell me how you're feeling." Her voice holds such kindness I can only wish to have.

It was easy to answer her. "Regret, guilt, sadness. I regret taking away Denise Richard's mate months before they were to be wed, I feel guilty because I made your son cry and I probably broke his trust, and I'm sad because I know that I don't deserve him."

She has such a comforting, accepting aura around her that compels me to tell her everything. I'd probably admit my worst fears and secrets to her if she asked.

Her head bobs as she nods slowly, listening to all of my words. Her face contorted when I mentioned her son, but she allowed me to continue.

"I've been avoiding him recently. I can't go back to him until I'm a good enough mate. But it's so hard! I miss him every second of the day and I could always feel him around me."

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. Then her eyes light up in realization, causing her to strengthen her hold on my hands for a second.

Even though she's clearly excited about her epiphany, she hides everything behind a calm mask.

"You're punishing yourself. How far will you go? Would you care if it kills you?"

I shake my head profusely, before staring at the ground. My throat clogs up as I think about my past.

Blood streams out of his wound. He coughs roughly, attempting to clear his airway but it won't work. I clap my hands in delight, listening to the beautiful sound of him slowly choking on his own blood.