Mass release: 9/15
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"I don't hate you because you look like your brother, though initially that was the main reason, even if you don't look that much like him as you think you do," he's more like an upgraded better version of that piece of shit, "or just because you are the son of Moros Velothren, who plotted all this, that ain't why. I hate you because of the approach you took on me, because of the things you told me, because of how you know very much nothing of what happened, and even then, you dare to throw the blame at me, to provoke me with things that actually hurt me, to say that I can't do shit to you because my hands are tied and your family has my siblings in their reach. I hate you because you're using my pain against me, like they did."
He stayed silent for a while, and I felt even worse, until he spoke.
"Maybe you were innocent, I only met you now, I can't testify on that, so maybe you were, maybe you were merely used like a pawn in a game of power you had no idea was going on. But your parents were not innocent, Grace Madalverel," he hissed. "They killed many, many, many people, in and outside the borders, there is a part of history that wasn't written down by those stupid Von Damme scribes, a part that you know fucking nothing of, and the same way you blame me for being my father's son, the orphans of those your parents killed alone and together, blame you for it, now that they are gone. I don't know how they were with you, and also don't care, the same way you don't care about my relationship with my father, but they were not innocent, you wanting to admit it or not."
"I accept that," I hissed. "They are all free to come at me and take what is it that they think I owe them, just because of what my parents did. If they want a blood debt, then I'll let them bleed me, I couldn't care less, it's like I'll die. I'm not a hypocrite, I understand that my parents took lives, but I also understand that they had their reasons, even if that was killing so-called innocents who sided with their enemies, the same way their enemies killed the few innocents who sided with us. I was raised to be ready for this, this is where we differ, Marvor Velothren, I do not wipe away other's pain, accept it, but I prioritize my own, because no one will do that for me."
"You are arrogant, and,"
"Yes, I am, I was born to be a fucking Empress. For 15 years, being raised to take that damned role was all I've known. I have reasons to be arrogant, I am able to back my shit up even now that my magic is out of my reach, I am extremely intelligence in countless areas, I am physically stronger than most, and the innate power inside of me is stronger than any of the Madalverel heiresses that came to be before me, my mother included, and I am also appearance-like gorgeous and with unique traits such as my fire hair and my amethyst eyes. I am also stronger than all of you could ever be, not because I'm superior, but because even after all I went through, I'm still here, I'm still fighting, I'm still standing, because my siblings are in need of me being strong, even if I don't want to, I have no choice but to be this."
"Right now, I'm stronger than you, though," he mocked.
I clenched my jaw, "You can still be killed, I cannot."
"Not like you will be immortal forever, Princess."
What the hell is this guy's deal? "Yes, I will."
"What? You will refuse your mate?" He scoffed, not believing me.
"Yes, I will," I hissed. "Don't look down on me, I'm more strong-willed than I fucking look like. I never wanted a mate to begin with."
"Is that why you came men-hunting in the riders quadrant at 15?" There was an annoyed edge in his voice, and I absolutely hated it.
"I wasn't men-hunting, I was observing," I snapped.
"Observing so you could hunt one that appealed you," he countered.
"What's wrong with that?" I clenched my jaw.
"You were the Imperial Crowned Princess, Grace," he scoffed.
"So, what, Marvor?" I growled, genuinely stressed with the bastard. "Just because I was a Princess, I couldn't enjoy my fucking life? Why should I have to wait for a bloody Prince Charming to pop up and try to woo me, claiming to be my mate, all so he could force a child on me, to weak my power and steal my crown? I wanted to rule on my own, and as a future ruler I had the right to take whatever I wanted, and I wanted to feel how it was like to let go and fall in love and experience the carnal pleasures I had heard my maids talking about it. It was unfair, I wasn't even allowed to meet any boys, none, only Sage and the Counselors, but Sage was, ugh, not my type at all and dumb, poor boy. His father, on the other hand,"
"Oh, hell no. I'm not going to listen to you talking about Kylius Vadryon, do you have any idea how nasty that piece of shit is? He is a pedophile, he has been involved with countless minors, from 14 to 17, way younger than his son, he could have preyed on you, you were a child and definitely pretty and a Crowned Princess, and on his damn reach. Didn't your stupid father warn you about riders?" He hissed.
That's disgusting. "Well, that explains why he always seemed amused by how I blushed next to him, ew. And don't call my father stupid. You're stupid."
"Your father certainly was, if he didn't warn you about the riders," he said.
I clenched my jaw, "Who said he didn't? I just thought he was being the overprotective dad to me, jealous of me falling in love."
"Well, then you brought that to yourself, it seems," he muttered.
"How does that has anything to do with you?" I hissed, bothered.
"It has, since you disregarding what he warned you about, made you come men-hunting in the fucking Arkhane War College, where you had the unlucky to meet my older brother, who then used you, and did of that, and made you go from loving to absolutely loathing him. And because I look like him, you hate me for reminding you of him, which made you be nasty to me, and as I can't take that kind of treatment, I was nasty to you back. What did you even seen in him?" He mocked.
After I managed to get his attention? "He was kind, he heard me, he made me company when I came around, he seemed to like the glimpse of my brain that I gave to him, and he was good looking."
He halted his steps, "Are you serious?"
"Yes?"
"You should have gotten a pretty dog then, it would be more effective," the tone of his voice was both annoyed, bitter, angry, and in disbelief. "A dog would also be loyal and actually love you back," he added, clearly mocking me.
"You know what?" I hissed. "I've had enough of your shit. I don't even know why I wasted my breath speaking to the likes of you. Put me down!"
"Not happening, you still need your punishment," he groaned firmly.
"Being alone with you is punishment enough!" I snapped. "Dog? Really? You piece of shit. A dog is my," my words halted when I felt the presence of quite the familiar dragon, one of the ones who came for me in the bridge. "Oh shit, don't look at it," I groaned, "it's… it's able to inflict terror through its gaze."
"Oh? How can you tell what dragon I'm taking you to?"
What? "Have you gone mad?" I squeaked. "It'll eat me alive."
He then threw me on the ground, in front of the dragon, the silver dragon who had first come at me there, "You better sing to her, then."