Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Ninety One

Silas POV

How was I supposed to speak to her when she wouldn’t even give me a chance to talk to her, always

hiding away from me, and they help her. Never leaving her alone, one of them is always with her and

every time I have even come close to her door I am told to leave.

She looked good, though I could tell she was getting weaker, our child taking her energy the bigger it

grows. I had just come in with Dakari after fixing the old school. When I notice her, it was the first time I

had seen her leave the confines of her room. I could feel her panic when she saw me enter making my

stomach twist painfully.

“Don’t Silas” I hear Matitus mutter under his breath to low for her to pick up even with her heightened

hearing I could tell she never heard his words.

I ignore him continuing to walk toward them hoping she would at least let me apologise, she looked

beautiful she always does, even when I first met her, scrawny and broken she still looked beautiful. My

eyes going to her bump which was well rounded and huge and looked heavy on her petite frame. I step

forward wanting to touch her when she steps back.

I haven’t seen her face in a month and yet she still denies me, it hurt but also pissed me off. I clench

my teeth to resist from snapping at her.

“You look good” I tell her truthfully, she steps away going to Dragus who was watching me carefully, out

of both Matitus and Dragus he barely speaks to me unless it is to warn me away from her, his anger

towards me the strongest. Turning back to her I go to beg her to at least let me talk to her.

“Elora” I call to her and she turns facing me, yet the anger in her eyes and through the bond makes me

stop.

“Save it Silas I don’t want to hear it, just leave please” She says turning away. I look to Matitus hoping

he might step in, but he just nods toward the door wanting me to do what she said. I bite my tongue

holding back the words I want to scream at them. She was my mate too, carrying my child as well, it

wasn’t just their baby that was safely tucked in her womb.

I stalk off a growl escaping me that I hope she didn’t hear, the horse Pluto was brushing becoming

spooked in its stall.

“Sorry” I mutter to him as he calms it down. He nods but says nothing as I walk out shifting to get away

from her.

3 days Later

Another sleepless night, another night with out them. Matitus walking in getting changed before he

heads back down to her.

“Why won’t she sleep up here, you three not getting sleep is giving me none” I complain.

“Because she knows you will be in and out of the room, if she is here” Matitus answers.

“I’m not going to do anything, she would be more comfortable in our bed, you and Dragus can’t keep

taking turns sleeping on that chair all the time, you can’t tell me you are comfortable” I tell him.

He shrugs not caring what I have to say. I toss the blanket off hopping out of bed before walking toward

the walk in, he walks out and I grab his wrist. His eyes darting to mine.

“Please just let me see her, let me apologise or something” I beg him, his hand going to my face and I

lean into his touch loving the warmth of his skin.

“You hurt her, and honestly I don’t think she will forgive you this time. You blew it Silas” He says before

letting go and stepping past me.

“What about you though, do you forgive me?” I ask. He stops, his hand on the door.

“I’m not the one who has to Silas,” He says walking out the door. I chuck some clothes on before

walking downstairs and to the kitchens to make coffee. The cooks have become used to me helping

myself in here now, I was rarely home at dinner now and always left before breakfast. They had

steadily got used to me coming and going, no longer running for the door when I enter.

Peter the young boy that works in the stables mostly, walks in.

“Morning” He says looking in the fridge.

“Milk is over here” I tell him passing it to him. He was a good kid, quiet but never been a problem and I

actually enjoyed his company when he was around, always so inquisitive.

“Can you pass me the tea bags down?” He asks looking above my head. I grab them off the shelf

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“Why are you so nervous this morning?” I ask him. He looks up before looking at the door.

“Storms coming need to prepare the horses” he says.

“Want a hand?” I ask him and he looks up.

“If you’re not too busy my lord” he says looking back down pouring the water in his cup.

“Silas” I tell him and his eyes dart to mine.

“You can call me by my name most do, my lord sounds so old” I tell him. He laughs and I can’t help but

smile at him.

“You are old though,” I hear one of the cooks gasp, at his words. But I was used to his sarcasm, though

the lord thing hearing it from him was getting on my nerves a bit. I liked the kid always helpful and a

good worker. He had been helping around the city when I needed an extra set of hands.

Dragus walks in. He nods to Peter before the chef hands him a tray. I stand up and Dragus notices me

before turning on his heel and walking out ignoring me.

“I’ll be back in a minute” I tell Peter walking out after him.

“No, Silas don’t even ask” He says continuing down the hall.

“Dragus stop please” he slows before stopping and turning to face me.

“She doesn’t want to see you, you make her nervous Silas”

“She won’t forgive me if I can’t talk or see her” I argue.

“You don’t deserve her forgiveness, and I am not going to tell her she should forgive you, it will just

upset her you going in there”

“I won’t do anything, I just want to speak to her” I tell him looking toward her door.

“No, you will make her panic, she is convinced you are going to rip our baby from her and take it”

“I would never do that”

“Try convincing her of that, she is petrified of you. She can feel it you know, what do expect”

“I will never stop hating the Fae, but that doesn’t mean I hate her”

“She is Fae, our child will be part Fae Silas, you going to hate your own child too” He says turning back

to walk toward her door. I grab his arm stopping him.

“Please” I beg. He looks toward the door before looking at me.

“She isn’t even awake yet”

“I will wait till she does” I tell him taking the tray from him. He hesitates before letting me take it.

“You try anything Silas”-

“I won’t” I tell him, and he watches me, I feel him tug on the bond letting him invade my thoughts and

feelings.

“See?” he sighs.

“Make sure she takes those and eats all of it, she didn’t eat last night, the morning sickness has come

back again” He says pointing at the little white pills on the tray.

“What are they?” I ask picking one up concerned.

“nausea tablets, victor said they are safe, and won’t hurt the baby, though why she is worried when it’s

immortal is beyond me” he says. He looked tired extremely tired.

“I will be back soon, don’t make me regret this” He says, I grab his face with one hand. I kiss him and

he seems shocked at first and I thought he was going to push me away when he suddenly grabs the

back of my neck kissing me back. His guilt hitting me that he kissed me back, feel his mixed emotions

through the bond like he thought kissing me was betraying her.

“I should go, I won’t be long” He says walking off down the hall.

Walking in she is still asleep laying on her side. I place the tray on the side table before sitting on the

chair beside her. I watch her sleep before noticing her belly move, seeing her skin tighten as the baby

shifted within her. I tug up her shirt gently so I could see better. Moving in a wave like it had rolled over,

hear its heart beating softly inside her when it kicks, her skin pushing outward, I watch amazed before

looking at her and reaching my hand out hoping she doesn’t wake.

I place my hand where it is kicking. Her skin soft but tight when I feel it bump my palm, I was so

absorbed watching, that I hadn’t noticed her waking until she jumped slightly making my eyes dart to

hers, her heart beating erratically in her chest in fright.