Lost Queen (New World Queen Part Two)

Time to Get Right ~Riplyn~

I knew what I had to do. It wasn't running away, not exactly, but it was an escape. It was something I should've been doing all along. Training our army. Getting them ready to fight Thoron. They still refused to fight each other, although none of the supernaturals had any issues with fighting me. I was about to change that, I had a game plan.
I sat up, too quickly as dizziness washed over me and I swayed.
"You need to rest." Alec said to me in a gentle voice. Fuck that, i thought to myself. I needed to get out of here. They knew everything now. And I wasn't ready to talk about it nor was I ready to sleep and dream about it. I needed activity, something to keep my mind busy. Keep it from thinking about what just happened.
"I'm fine." I mummered but still put a hand to my head, trying to control the dizzy spell.
"Riplyn." It was, yet again, a sigh of my name. "Collin took more blood than we normally do. Your body is weak from blood loss and stress. You need to rest baby. Please don't be stubborn about this." I bristled at his words but refused to spit back anything hateful. I mean really, if they hadn't agreed to take my memories, without my approval, I wouldn't be in this mess.
"Fine. For a little a while." I said instead. That seem to make Alec happy enough, so I laid back down and closed my eyes.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He whispered into my ear as he laid down behind me, the front of his body molding perfectly against the back of mine. I shook my head. A part of me was furious they had taken it upon themselves to take the memories. They had out-voted me, jackasses!
Another part of me told me it was fair, they deserved to know and eventually I would've allowed them to see anyway. Why be pissed? Because they took them even when I asked them not too! Agh!
I didn't refuse Alec's touch, regardless of how mad I was with him and the others, I still needed them. So I allowed him to pull my body into his, to wrap his arms around my waist, bury his face in my neck. I could feel his hunger, but I knew that he wouldn't take my blood until I was better. He inhaled deeply, my eyes closed. I didn't want to sleep, I didn't want to dream but sleep still pulled me under.
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I was in a room, stone walls surrounded me. My hands were chained together, I moved to the one door in the room. The chained pulled tight, I was ten steps from the door. I looked back around the room. There was a cot, one small stupid looking pillow, a small blanket. A sink and a lone little toilet. it was a prison cell, in a dungeon. Great! It was my first thought. Then the handle turned, I didn't move but my eyes narrowed. I wasn't scared of a fight so I refused to looked scared. I would not back away and would not do what I was told.
How I got here? Hell if I know, but they would not win.
Thoron walked in, I knew who he was the second the walked in. I could feel his magic, I could see the similarities in him that I saw in the mirror. I loathed him even more. My mother's father was a giant prick.
"Riplyn River Ryann." My eyebrows raised and I watched him. Since I hadn't backed away from my ten steps from the door, he hadn't actually fully stepped into the room.
"Grandfather!" I forced my voice to sound happy he was here. He frowned and I smiled as sweetly as I could. "Do come in. Welcome to my hole away from home!" I extended my chained together hands as a welcome. His nose crunched up and he looked at me in disgust, as if he ate a sour lemon. Fuckwad. Even though it just made me smile wider. "So." I started, "how have you been?"
"Step back." He practically growled at me, I raised my eyebrows and a smirk formed on my lips.
"What? No welcome hug?" I asked sarcastically, still taking no move to back up.
"I said, back up." He growled even lower. If he was trying to scare me, it wasn't working. I didn't scare easily, never had and I wasn't about to let this big a-hole scare me. So, being the defiant little thing I was, I spread my feet apart shoulder length and cocked my head to the side. Inhaling the scents around me, I smelled two vampires and two elves behind him. He would end up forcing me to back up, that much I knew, but I would be damned if I willingly backed up. I never stepped back from a fight.
"Now, can't we just have a normal conversation. Ya know, grandfather to granddaughter?" I asked in my sweetest tone, batting my lashes in fake sweetness. He stood there for a moment and just watched me, judging me, measuring me up before he let out a sigh.
"You're just like your father, no life preservation, for yourself or for the child you carry." My body froze, visibly went stiff. Child? WTF? My eyes must've told him everything he needed to know because he threw his head back and laughed. Looking at me with victory. Yea, he had me there. I could take care of myself, I had no doubt, but add a child that I was carrying, that changed the ballgame. Big time! Well fuck me sideways! NO! Damnit...that's what got me into this mess.
"You didn't know?" He mocked as he walked farther into the room, obviously knowing I wasn't going to do anything to him. "Interesting. I would've assumed your wolves would've let you know the second you conceived. They can smell that type of thing, very sensitive noses." He taped the side of his nose. He face carried a shit eating grin.
"I'm not pregnant." I told him without conviction. Hoping it wasn't true, not because I didn't want it to be but because THIS place was not where a child should be born. Nor did I want my child anywhere near this asshole.
"Oh, I'm afraid it is true. I can see it. A little elf." Arrin! I got pregnant the first time I ever had sex, damn Arrin and his sperm. "I've been tying to figure out how to handle this news."
"Why not happily? Now your a great grandfather." I spat at him. He laughed full bodied, his head thrown back and even slapped his knee. Dickhead!
"Well, I actually am happy. You've given me something to work with." He was pleased, too fucking pleased for my liking. I eyed him cautiously, wondering what he could possibly gain from a child by Arrin and myself.
It hit me like a ton of bricks on the head, "shit!" I exhaled. Thoron laughed like a hyena.
"Yes, three quarters elf, the forth quarter I can bury, no one has to know there is a small part of animal inside it. An heir, someone I can train." My eyes scanned every foot of this room looking for a way out. It was solid, except for the door in front of me. I pulled at the chain, anger coursing through my being at the lack of give.
"Silver and iron chains my dear. You can't brake those. And as long as they are touching your skin, no magic either. And forget about getting out of this room. I had it built especially for you. Cement, silver plated iron behind that and even spelled walls beyond that. You're the equivalent of a human." He face turn into a sneer as he walked straight to me, stopping inches from my face, glaring down at me. "That child you carry is the closet I will ever be in having an elf heir. He will be mine. I will train him as an elf." We
"Over my dead body." I growled, I snapped at him, but felt the loss of my fangs instantly. He smiled triumph-fully.
"That can be arranged my dear. But for now. You will carry my great grandson to term, do as you are told and no harm will come to you until AFTER the child is born. And in case you didn't know, it takes years to develop an Elven child. So get comfortable, you're not going anywhere anytime soon." He walked out laughing and even though he had not laid a hand on me, I felt utterly defeat and worn out.
I was pregnant. Shit! He was right about one thing though, my wolves would've known immediately, why hadn't they told me?