Chapter 8
Asgeir POV
We stood there, looking at each other while I pondered over his words. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard someone clear their throat. We both turned our heads and saw Gregor standing there with a questionable look on his face.
"Your father said I should check if you're okay." He said looking at me to which I nodded my head and watched as Arkyn gave me one more look that told me everything was going to be okay, and he walked away slowly.
"Can I talk to you for a minute." Gregor said when I too, started walking away.
"Sure" I said.
He walked towards where I was standing and leaned over the balcony as he looked ahead and sighed.
"Who is he?" He asked and didn't turn to look at me but rather stared ahead.
"Who is who?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Don't act stupid with me, it's actually very insulting. I think I deserve to know who the man fucking my fiancé is." He said and when I didn't answer him because I was so stunned, he turned his cold eyes towards me and asked.
"Is it your brother?"
I stood there for a few seconds, unable to word anything and I just looked at him. Utterly shocked at what he was insinuating. In fact, I wasn't just shocked, I was actually disgusted by it.
"What gave you that idea." I asked when I finally found my voice.
"I'm not stupid. I see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. You think I didn't notice how you tense up whenever I touch you or come near you, or how you cannot be in my presence for more than a few minutes without having this look of dread on your face, and I know it has nothing to do with you being a virgin, for all I know, you might not even be a virgin." He said looking straight at me.
"How dare you. Arkyn is my brother, and I love him as a brother would. I'm utterly disgusted by your accusations, in fact I -"
"Look, at this point I don't even care if you're virgin or not or whoever you're having sex with, it's quite clear that you don't like me, so I'll stop trying to get you to like me and just be real with you." He said cutting me off.
"I like men, and that's the reason my father wanted me to marry into your family, he would rather have me marry a strong blood since marrying a guy would not be accepted in my kingdom." He said and chuckled.
"Look, as long as you give me heirs, you can do your thing and I'll do mine. There's no reason why we should actually like each other right." He said smiling those very smiles that sent shivers down my spine, and not in a good way.
"Why did you choose me, you could have had anyone else." I said looking into those cruel eyes.
He looked away from me, and looked ahead at the endless amounts of trees surrounding our kingdom, and shook his head as he chuckled.
"Believe it or not, I actually liked you. I meant it when I said that you were the most beautiful person that I'd ever laid eyes on." He said as he turned his head back to me and walked towards me, till he was standing in front of me.
He raised his hand and cupped my chin as he looked into my eyes. I could feel my body trembling slightly at the strong hold he had on my face and at the way he was looking at me, almost like he wanted to hurt me.
"But you on the other hand." He said shaking his head.
"You have everyone fooled. Everyone thinks you're this pure beauty, but what they don't know is that you're in fact.-" he trailed off as he leaned in towards my ear and whispered..
"A Whore"
I widened my eyes and pushed him away from me slightly and stared back into his eyes. I tried to ignore the pang in my chest at what he was implying. Before this, I didn't bother myself with what people thought of me, in fact at some times, I would even laugh it off, but this time, I felt so angry that I actually felt like crying.
I glared at him and tried to hold back my tears, not wanting to give him that satisfaction of seeing me cry over what he had said.
"You're a horrible person." I said just above a whisper and looked him straight in the eye.
"Well I've been called worse before so." He said and smiled at me as if he just did not insult me from every direction.
"Now do we understand each other. You wouldn't want to disappoint your Father now would you." He said smirking at me, and I never in my entire life wanted anything as much as I wanted to slap him across the face right now.
I wanted so much to tell him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from. I wanted to tell him that he was wrong about everything and that I was not in fact a slut, and that I had never touched another man in that way, but despite all these thoughts that were going through my head, all I could do was nod at him and watch him smile his sinister smile at me.
"Good. You're obedient, I like that." He said and held out his hand for me, to which I glared at him and walked right past him back to the dinner table.
As I entered, I could feel Arkyn's worried gaze on me all the time and I tried my utmost beat not to look at him, knowing that he would immediately know that something was wrong, instead I smiled at my Dad, and told him that I had a mild headache, and that I was fine.
The rest of dinner went by as usual, as in everyone talked about different things and topics while I sat quietly and played with my food, having completely lost my appetite.
In the midst of my looking at my plate, I felt Gregor take my hand in his and lace our fingers. I immediately looked at him with a 'what the fuck are you doing' look, and saw that he didn't even bother to acknowledge my dislike for him to touch me and instead smiled and talked to my parents.
I sighed out of frustration and looked back into my plate,wondering..
Just what the fuck had I done to deserve this?