After a few more minutes of Greta's yelling I promised her to take care of the body and that no one will find out about it, she'll be safe.
As I was dressing up, I let the thought of completely disrespecting the body of that rapist pig amuse me and honestly I couldn't wait to dismember him. Maybe I could cut his dick off and put it in his mouth, impaled the cut off head on a stick and send it to the castle, freak out the king along the way or something.
But when I got out, there was no body.
"I didn't want you to deal with it, since he…he tried to…" I heard uncharacteristically shy voice say.
"Rape me," I finished for him. "Thanks, but I could've done it by myself. It wouldn't be the first time I would reencounter my rapist, this one, at least, was already dead." I said, suddenly feeling numb inside.
"I'm sorry," the prince said and came to me to hug me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, surprized. "Why are you hugging me?"
"I just-I don't know, I wanted to hug you." He mumbled more to the ground than to me and I just couldn't help but think What the actual fuck?
"Covyn," I started, deciding to be a complete bitch and to put us both on the realistic ground, "are you going to be a soft baby with me now? Are you that weak? A little bit of affection and you turn into a love-craving abandoned kitten? What happened to the ruthless future king?" I am not going to lie, seeing the shock on his face hit me kind of hard. "What happened last night was just me having fun and what happened this morning was just the continuation of that. It meant absolutely nothing. Just one more fuck to me. I am still planning to kill you and I would appreciate having a worthy opponent when the time comes, so stop this caring bullshit and pull yourself together!"
I don't think I'll ever forget his painful expression as he turned and walked away.
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Five days since the forest.
It's been five days since I've last seen the prince, last spoke to him. The little bitch was avoiding me, apparently.
Good.
He was becoming a distraction, therefore these days helped me clear my mind and renew my hatred, especially, since I now had the prince's bestie against me, kicking my butt in training, again.
"Lower your center of gravity," Evren groaned at me, "it's getting kind of sad, how much you fall on your ass. I almost don't want to hit you."
Almost. Evren was all up in my shit ever since I returned from the whorehouse. From ehat I gathered, he didn't know what had happened, but he sensed Covyn's anguish, if I dare to believe I made him hurt that badly.
He tripled the intensity of our training, making me ache all over and bringing me to my physical limit.
We've been training for two hours now. Not nearly done, considering his pricky mood.
I sighed as I leaned on what threatened to be twisted wrist. I got back on my feet, fixing my stance and prepared for another combat.
I barely released my calming breath as Evren sprang to action, testing my stance and self-defence. I successfully blocked the blow on my left side and the direct one aiming for my neck.
Evren was a machine, I didn't have any chance to think about my moves, always reacting instinctively to his merciless hits.
We went one like this for a few minutes, him skilfully exhausting me, not giving me a chance to even think of offence. I've noticed that I've gotten better, especially considering that three days ago, when we first started combat training, I passed out after the first try.
Look at me now, holding on for what should be a seventh minute.
I let the thought of my progress motivate me for a second, encouraging me to finally strike a blow. I changed my stance, turning my body the way that would secure me a nice blow in his right cheek bone. Unfortunately, the skilled fighter that Evren was, he saw it coming and hit me in chest just before I was about to perform my move, the position of my body leaving my right breast unprotected.
I gasped as I received the hit, instinctively grabbing my boob.
Dick move, Evren, dick move.
Every second the pain had to travel through my body, my anger heightened to a new level. As I caught the sight of the asshole, I blasted him with a barely contained force of magic. Good thing for him I was as exhausted as I was, otherwise the damage done to him would've been considerable.
"What I your problem, dude!" I yelled at Evren's figure, as he tried to get up. "I appreciate your eagerness to train me, but this has exceeded every reasonable level?" I glared at the rising man, watching him spit blood on the floor.
"You want to know what my problem is?" he practically growled at me, "You! And whatever it is you've one to him!"
I threw my hands in the air, a desperate gesture to contain my annoyance. "I've told you before, I haven't done anything!"
Maybe that wasn't the exact truth, but I wasn't about to explain my sex life to this one, who was very eager to brake some of my bones.
"C'mon, he barely visited this week! And even when he did, he avoided you completely, not to even mention his mood?" Evren half yelled at me, accusation clear in his tone.
I rolled my eyes at him, "maybe he got his period?"
Apparently sarcasm wasn't the best choice in this situation, considering how Evren launched himself at me, but luckily I was prepared with another blast of magic.
Now, as I approached my groaning trainer I kept my voice serious: "Whatever it is bothering your king, maybe consider that it comes from within. I didn't do shit to him, whatever his problem is, he is causing it to himself." As the last word left my mouth, I turned away and walked to the house, heading for my room. I was done with people for today.
How dare he give me shit for the prince's mood swings. I mean, I only knew him for a while and it became clear to me that he is not exactly the most stable individual you'll ever meet. And as much as I would like to linger on the thought that maybe it was me who was causing Covyn his hysterics…it just wasn't true. At best he was sexually frustrated, thinking that I have such an effect on him would be stupid…and dangerous.