His Other One

22|Olivia's Plea And The Dungeon

The journey back to the castle was a quiet one.
Taylor kept replaying anghel words in her mind, pondering it over. She didn't know what to feel, and she kep wondering;
What was going on in Anghel's head?!

Anghel felt anything but calm. He knew he was doing the right thing, he knew distancing himself from this woman was the best for both of them, yet why did he feel so dejected?
He felt the itching in his blood for fortification. The hunger for warm delicious bloodlife his kind craved sharpened when he was in distress. Dhampirs craved less for blood than true bloods but the pangs always intensified during emotional stress.

He looked down at Taylor and knew he would do everything to protect her, wasn't he damned the moment he found out her deceit?
He could neither touch her nor turn away.
She might think him cold-blooded now, but it was better she lived to hate him than get destroyed trying to nurture his seed.
For the umpteenth time since his wedding, he cursed all heaven for putting him in the shoes of his father, someone he had sworn never to become. But he was not his father, he would make better decisions.
All he had to do was uphold till after the coronation, there was no greater protection for the woman he was in love with than making her queen.
He would produce an heir for the throne without jeopardizing her
life, then he would be free to love her the way he had always wanted.
The pangs gripped him till he groaned.
He sped up the horse and dropped her at the stables and without a word galloped to the Marigold field.

Taylor was still standing and looking towards the direction of raised dust Anghel had roused when a small voice startled her
"My lady"

It was olivia.

Her brown dress was exchanged for soiled black dress. Her eyes were red and swollen like someone who had been crying

"Olivia!" Taylor exclaimed in shocked surprise at her sudden appearance and shabby look.
She made a move to hug her but the girl hurriedly stepped back, her eyes darting around nervously.

Taylor looked around, their only companion were horses.
She held the girl's hand and promptly led her to an empty stall and closed the wooden gate. It was not much, smelly and wet but it afforded them enough privacy from prying eyes

"Why didn't you tell me you were a fae olivia?" Taylor went straight to the point.

Olivia hung her head and fiddled with the end of her apron.
"It's not something that should be spoken aloud around here"

"Olivia, you are my friend and..."

"Don't you get it mistress? your friendship can't save me. I have survived here on sheer determination and hope of protecting the ones I love when the time comes but you have put all that in jeopardy. You have brought my sister from the safety of her land to a death trap."

It was Taylor's turn to feel uncomfortable
"The moment Olanda found out you were alive, there was no stopping her!"

Olivia choked on her tears and fell on her knees

"Please my lady, save my sister. Don't let her get killed, I beg of you"

"Stop it, stand up!"
Taylor pulled the sobbing girl on her feet, she flicked away her tears and smiled at her.

"I have the king and my husband on my side....I promise you no harm will come to your sister as long as I breathe"

Olivia looked up at taylor with wonder

"How do you plan on executing that?"

"I have a plan, and I'll be needing all the help I can get. First, go clean up, you will be summoned soon"

Taylor went straight to her chamber, her maids were waiting for her in an orderly file. She nodded at them and went straight to the bedside table

She picked a pen and wrote neatly on a piece of paper