The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 49. A night of mares.

Chapter 49: 49. A night of mares.

At first she had refused to try on any of the dresses that Lady Bretton brought to her room that night, but Neriah did not know that Lady Bretton was not a woman to be treated like any other of the maids.

Apart from being the head maid and personal maid of Her Majesty, Lady Bretton was actually Grand Duchess Bretton. She was the Grand duchess of the house of Bretton, a house that had been backing the royal family for centuries.

The woman was known for her strictness and no-nonsense style of teaching noble Ladies.

But fortunately for Neriah, she never had to learn from the woman as the queen had overseen her studies personally as she was their last daughter and was therefore treated like a babe.

That was why she had thought that throwing a tantrum or giving a simple order would send the woman away, but Lady Bretton calmly told her "I am afraid your adamant behavior and refusal shall be for naught, Your highness, I have been given full authority by Her Majesty, your mother. I shall use any means I see fit to ensure that you are prepared for your wedding before sunset tomorrow."

And although Neriah still fought and screamed and tried to use her power as princess, she realized quickly that in front of Lady Bretton her power as princess was useless. At least for that night they were. Because the guards did not come to her aid when she called for them to drag the Lady out, neither did the maids listen to her when she told them not to touch her.

Even Aria had no other choice but to do as Lady Bretton ordered. Riri, who had woken up amidst the commotion, tried to use her magic powers on the maids to keep them away from Neriah, but ended up being locked up inside a jar by the single flick of Lady Brettons finger.

Neriah was on her own and although she fought and raged, she could do nothing as the maids helped her try on different dresses, shoes and accessories.

Neriah had never been more confused and scared in her life. She wanted to run away but there was no way of escape. There were guards everywhere. She wanted to send a message to her lover to let him know that her plan had failed and that she needed him to come rescue the damsel in distress, but there was no means to communicate with him.

Riri had volunteered to help her deliver the message, but even that was impossible because Neriah had no idea where she would find him. The first time they met it was at the temple, so they had both chosen specific days to meet in the temple for their trysts. So other than the temple, she had no idea of a place she could find her lover.

She was on her own.

That night, no matter how much Aria begged, Neriah could not stop crying. She cried and cried till she fell asleep while crying. And her night was filled with nightmares. And he was in all of them. Barak Der Drache...

He was in every single nightmare, she could see him choking the life out of her. Could see him laughing as her eyes bulged out of their sockets. She saw herself in a chair of nails, and she could see him standing before her, pressing her back into the nails even more. She heard herself screaming in pain as the nails tore into her skin.

She saw him locking her up inside a hut and she screamed and banged on the door, begging him to open it but he stood outside laughing as he magically set fire on the hut and let her burn inside. She saw him laughing as she burned.

Next thing she knew she was in his arms, but his eyes were not friendly at all. She looked beneath her and she saw alligators. She screamed and begged but he tossed her to them. Her body was being torn, flesh from bones. Amidst her screams and cry for help she saw a hand and she reached for it and fortunately she was pulled out of the mouths of alligators.

But beholding the one who held her, she trembled in fear. It was no normal creature. It had no eyes nor did it have ears or nose. All it had was a mouth. A wide mouth like that of a leopard and its fangs were sharp and bloody.

She finally found her voice and she screamed as it opened its mouth wider to devour her and in fear she closed her eyes.

Realizing that she still seemed to be in one piece, she opened her eyes again and found herself in a maid’s clothes. "You are not worthy to be a princess so you shall be a maid!" Barak was telling her. And he dumped some clothes on her. She quickly realized she was seated amongst maids who were doing laundry.

Her? A princess doing laundry! She tried to get up but then from nowhere a hot deafening slap landed on her face sending her back to the ground. "Do your work, maid!" It was Lady Bretton hissing at her.

She cried as she scrubbed and scrubbed till she could see blood staining the water... Her blood.

"I am a princess!!" She screamed and found herself in front of a massive heap of dirty dishes.

"Well don’t just stand there, maid! On with your chore!" It was Lady Bretton again! Neriah wanted to scream and say she was a princess! Princesses don’t do dishes! But before she knew it, she was diligently doing it. Like a marionette being controlled.

"No! I won’t do it!" She screamed and next she saw herself adding hot water into a huge basin of cold water. "Your bath is ready, Your Highness." She heard herself say and Barak entered in a robe. He was about to take off the robe and impulsively she turned her face.

Again like a puppet, she moved closer to him as he sat in the tub and she knelt down and began to scrub his body slowly.

She didn’t want to do it. By the goddess she did not want to scrub the man’s body! What sort of menial task was she being subjected to! She could not do her own will!

She had to escape this! This wasn’t right!!! "I said I am a princess!!!" She screamed again and when her eyes would open again, she saw herself on a bed, her hands and legs tied to the poles, she only had a flimsy material draped over her body.

Then she saw him standing at the foot of the bed and dear goddess he was naked. And she could see it, that monster between his legs. It was looking at her again, just like that night when she had given herself to him.

She screamed, but no sound escaped her lips. He was smiling at her! The devil!! He was climbing the bed, "It is our wedding night. Let me have you." She heard him say and she screamed again but once again there was no sound!

She wanted to run but she was tied, she wanted to turn away but it seemed even her head was forced to stare and wait.

Do not come near me! She wished to say, but yet again the sounds were not coming out of her mouth!

Stay away from me! She cried but it was only in her head. Her voice was lost.

He was upon her, his hands on her skin, his lips on hers, just like that night. He was kissing her, holding her, touching her...

And she felt it slide into her, she wanted to run from him but how could she? She was tied. She tried yet again to scream but nothing came out, instead, she could hear other sounds coming from her mouth. The sounds were similar to the lewd and shameful ones she made that night when he took her, the moans! Dear goddess she tried to scream but she couldn’t hear herself so how was she able to hear those moans?

He released her hands and she pushed him quickly...

Only she wasn’t pushing him, she was holding on to him and he was driving deeper into her. His mouth was over her breast.

Her hands were tightly around his shoulder as he went faster and faster and faster, till she could feel it. That bubbling rush at the pit of her stomach. It was coming, dear goddess what sort of madness was this... But it was coming and—

"Ahhh!" She flipped her lashes open and rose from the bed. It was a nightmare. But she believed it was not just a nightmare. It was a vision of what her life would be like if she married Barak. She was sure. "I cannot! I can not marry that man! My life is over if I do!"

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