THE Knight's Hidden Princess
Chapter 197: Finally Dead

Chapter 197: Finally Dead

DAHLIA POV

A loud piercing cry filled the room and my eyes immediately snapped open. A groan sounded by my left followed by some movements but just like I expected he wasn’t getting up. Another cry sounded again this one was more urgent and filled with demand which meant that it was my cue to get up. Shoving the duvet off me, I sat up straight but before I could any further, a strong hard suddenly wrapped around my waist pulling me back into the bed.

I chuckled when I felt him begin to kiss my face whole holding me tight against him. His hands then slowly began to work their way up, tugging at the belts on my rope in annoyance before he cupped my tender breast. A moan escaped my lips when he tugged at one of the hard nipples but before I could even enjoy myself fully, another cry sounded.

"Reagan..." I breathed out as he began to kiss my neck, fuck!

"What?" He asked me as he gently grind his hardness against my back and I pushed back, wanting just the same thing but my son wasn’t having it.

"The baby, I need to attend to Ivar." My voice still sounded breathy.

Reagan groaned loudly, his hand now massaging my breast instead of releasing me. "Five more minutes."

I arched a brow up at him even though he couldn’t see me. Ivar let out a loud cry in protest as if he heard that his father was convincing me to deny me. "Does that sound like he wants five minutes to you?"

"He had his turn yesterday the least he could do is give me five damn minutes!"

Rolling my eyes I shoved Reagan off me, "Well he is his father’s son after all. Both of you are too demanding and give me no time for myself."

Reagan snorted behind me, "Please, like you actually do need time for me."

I successfully managed to get myself away from Reagan. Shoving my feet into the slippers, I hurriedly walked towards the crib as I tied back my robe. "Unfortunately you will have to be taken care off another time, right now our son needs me and he is being loud about it." I replied with a chuckle when Reagan let out another loud groan before he flopped down on the bed.

Seriously it was like taking care of two babies except one of them was grown but he doesn’t seem to care! I thought warily as I approached the crib. With a smile I peered inside expecting to see Ivar but I couldn’t see anyone there. The smile vanished on my face as I stood frozen while staring down at the now empty crib with a look of shock on my face. I blinked again expecting this to be some trick but it was still empty.

Ivar wasn’t in his crib! All that was there was just a blanket, a crocheted doll and his pacifier!

No sight of my son in sight!

I couldn’t help but notice the silence that now filled the room. It was almost as if I had not heard anything at all, like it was never there in the first place. A shuddering gasp escaped me as I took a step backwards the name of my husband coming from my lips.

"Reagan!" I said in a whisper the sound coming off from my lips.

"What is it?" Reagan asked me.

I whirled around already starting to panic, "Ivar’s missing, Ivar’s missing, Ivar is..." The words died on my lips as I stared at the bed only to find it empty, there was no sign of Reagan either.

No, that can’t be! He was sitting on the bed! He had just spoken to me, I mean I heard him! I thought to myself as I felt a chill run down my spine.

Whirling around, I turned to look at the crib but I found out that it was gone. The crib was just gone, there is nothing there at all. Just a big empty space where the crib was supposed to be. I frowned a little as my vision blurred for a moment.

It was there, I could have sworn that I saw it there along with his blanket and everything but now I’m staring at an empty space like the whole thing was never there before. Perhaps, I need to lie down for a bit, a little bit.

Turning around, I decided to make my way towards the bed but the bed was gone too. I turned to look behind me at the space where the crib was but had now disappeared and then I turned to look back at the space where the bed was supposed to be but I still couldn’t see anything.

Gone, everything was gone!

I drew in deep breaths to calm myself down but it doesn’t seem to help much because as I stared everything began to fade away and in its place darkness started to overtake it. It was happening so fast, so fast that I was starting to find it difficult to breathe. I clawed at my throat as I tried to breathe, my hands shaky as I held my throat but I still couldn’t find it within me to breathe, it was difficult.

Everywhere I looked to relax, every familiar place I looked was starting to disappear. The walls, the rugs, the warmth that had once been in this room was starting to fade into nothing and in its place was blackness. I opened my mouth to call out to someone, anyone but nothing came out. It would appear my voice had been stolen too.

I was alone, there was no one that I could call for help. It was just me!

And that sound.

It sounded like bunch of chains scrapping across the floor. I looked around trying to find out where the sound was coming from but I couldn’t see it. My breath was also starting to puff of smoke, I was also cold. So cold that I had to wrap my arms around myself to keep warm.

How was that possible though? How can I be cold? I wasn’t cold before.

I shivered as I rubbed my arms but it wasn’t enough. I walked around the little place that there was still light and lowered myself down to the ground. Someone was going to come and help me, someone was going to come and save me.

Except no one was going to be coming and I knew that. I do not know how but I knew no one could find me in this place, wherever it was.

"DAHLIA!"

A voice suddenly called me. I cracked an eye open to see who had called me. The darkness was the only thing that stared back at me. There was no one there, my mind was probably playing tricks on me.

"DAHLIA!" The voice was more insistent now, "DAHLIA PLEASE YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP MY LOVE, PLEASE!"

Wait a minute, I know that voice. It sounded very familiar. My eyes opened again and I still saw the darkness but something was calling me from within, no not something, someone.

"Reagan?" I whispered the voice out.

"Wake up Dahlia! Wake up!" Reagan’s voice sounded very urgent!

Wake up, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP! I urged myself as I fought against the invincible force that I was trying to hold me captive.

My eyes suddenly snapped open and I was aware of the chains that were holding me in place on the chair where I sat. My whole body hurts and it was getting difficult to breathe. It was dark but there was a bit of light in the pit. My vision became blurry but I was distinctively aware of the fact that someone was touching me.

"Dahlia, Dahlia!"

I blinked a few times as a face suddenly appeared in front of me. Except it can’t be, he can’t be real. "Reagan?"

Reagan’s face became clearer as he smiled in front of me. "Yes, it’s me. It’s me."

I smiled at him as I stared at him with a dazed expression on my face. His hair was longer now, he looked lean than I remembered him. He had dark circles under his eyes which was evidence that showed that he hadn’t slept properly for some time. He gently cup my cheeks, his thumbs brushing away tear that I didn’t know was on my face.

"Reagan?" I called again with a wry smile on my face as I stared at him.

Reagan nodded again for confirmation. "Yes my love, it’s really me."

Except it wasn’t, he was lying, this was probably another nightmare of mine. "You are not real, you not real." I whispered and the pain in his eyes was evident. He looked like what I said hurt him terribly or maybe it was because of how I looked.

But that wasn’t real either!

Nothing here was real and that was okay, perhaps I was finally dead!

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