38. Going Back to Fights
“Eat,” Dimitri said for the fourth time.
“And I said I’m full,” I said, displeased.
“Valkyrie?” Dimitri hissed, holding the spoon.
“Dimitri!” I snapped angrily, “I can’t anymore.”
Dimitri and I have been arguing for the last hour. He has been persisting in me to eat. I had my share of food and was feeling full. I didn’t need to have more, but why didn’t he understand?
“Valkyrie, this is for your good,” Dimitri repeated.
“And I said I can’t. I will throw up!” I said, annoyed by his persistence.
“Leave her brother,” Damian said as he drank some wine, “You’re going to make her feel sick.”
“He’s right,” Mia said, giggling, “The queen will get sick, your majesty.”
Rolling his eyes, Dimitri puts the spoon in his mouth and eats the food. Feeling stuffed, I stand up and excuse myself.
“Where are you going?” Dimitri asked, watching me.
“For a walk,” I said, not looking at him, “I feel too stuffed.”
“Let me join you,” Dimitri said as he stood up and took a gulp of wine.
Shaking my head, I walk towards the garden. Then, hearing Dimitri’s footsteps behind, I walk faster.
“Why are you in a rush?” Dimitri asked, grasping my hand.
“Because you’re quite persistent, it bothers me,” I retorted as I tried to make him let go of my hand.
“Look, I’m just worrying for you,” Dimitri said, pulling me.
Sighing, I pinch my nose.
“Enough, Dimitri. Let’s go,” I said, giving up.
All day I’ve been feeling good. Occasionally a cramp would come by and kick me somewhere, but the rest was good. Dimitri has been like a dog following its owner all day. Didn’t he have something to do?
“I just remember something,” Dimitri said as he walked next to me, “Irene and her people are ready for you. If you want to meet them is ok.”
Dimitri glanced at me. He knew I didn’t want to and just wanted to push that back. But would it help me in a way if I met them?
“I know, I just….” I mutter, stopping.
“If you don’t wish to meet them, it’s fine, Valkyrie. I will do as you ask,” Dimitri said, hugging me. I hugged him back, resting my head on his chest.
“There’s something I wanted to talk with you about,” I said, lifting my head.
Dimitri looked down at me. Then, kissing my temple, he smiled back.
“Tell me. What is it?” Dimitri asked while smiling down at me.
“I… Dimitri, I want Prince Cian to pry on my mind,” I said with thin lips.
Frowning, Dimitri let go and looked at me quizzically.
“You want what?” Dimitri hissed.
“I want Prince Cian to check my mind. I have been having these strange dreams. How do I explain it’s a sort of voice,” I said, toying with my hands, “I told Michael about it?”
“And until now, you tell me?” Dimitri said, gritting his teeth.
“I didn’t know how to tell you. Also, I know you don’t want Prince Cian near me, but I want to find some clues about me,” I insisted.
“You got to be serious right now, Valkyrie,” Dimitri said, pinching his nose. Then, shaking his head, he grabs my hand and drags me further away from the palace. “Cian isn’t a good man. He wants to do something to you.”
“Like what?” I asked, confused, “All Prince Cian has done is help me, Dimitri.”
“NO!” Dimitri yelled angrily, “Don’t you see it? He craves for you! That man is infatuated with you, Valkyrie,” Dimitri said, grasping my arm and squeezing. “We don’t know what he might do to you.”
Grabbing Dimitri’s hand, I squeeze it lightly.
“Can’t you trust me?” I asked sadly.
“NO,” Dimitri spat. Then, shocked by his own words, he lets go and avert his gaze. I felt a tug on my chest. So Dimitri didn’t trust me?
“I see…” I said, walking away, “How bad because I trusted you….”
Angry with Dimitri, I decide to be alone. I was heading to the library when I bumped into someone. Why did I always have to bump with someone?
“You all right?” a man asked. I lifted my gaze and stopped when I noticed the stranger before me. Who was he?
Black raven hair like Dimitri’s and eyes red as the blood looks down at me, he must be at least 6’9. His muscular and toned body didn’t go unnoticed by me. Who was this person?
His eyes widen as he looks at me. Then, reaching for my arms, he helps me up. I felt tiny standing before him.
“Uh, could you let go, please?” I mumble as I stare at his rough hands on my arms.
Snapping out of a trance, the man lets go and bows.
“My apologies, Queen Valkyrie,” the man said.
“Please don’t call me that!” I said, panicking.
He lifted his head and frowned—a small creased on his forehead.
“You’re the queen, right?” the stranger asked as he stood up. His gaze lingers on my body as he looks at me from head to toe.
“Uh, yes?” I said, sounding stupid.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Casen,” the man named Casen said, bowing.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Valkyrie,” I said shyly. This man was imposing, but there was something about him that felt familiar. “Sorry for earlier.”
“No need to apologize,” Casen said, smiling warmly. “Where are you heading somewhere? Maybe I could join you?”
“Uh, no, no need, thanks,” I said, scurrying off. Why did he want to join me? Feeling awkward, I smile and walk away.
Opening the library’s doors, I find Michael seated on the same spot I use. I stopped and hid behind a shelf as I studied him. It seems he hasn’t noticed me because he kept frowning. I was holding an enormous book similar to the totem Prince Cian had before. He looked engrossed in the book. He wasn’t even aware of his surroundings. Smiling, I lean my head against the shelf and watch him.
Michael was quite the mystery.
“Will you keep being a pervert and keep staring at me like that?” Michael suddenly said, making me jump.
“Um,” I said, scratching my head and laughing nervously, “Sorry to bother you.”
“No. It’s ok,” Michael said, standing up, “Care to join me?”
“No, it’s ok. I have something I want to do,” I said, shaking my head and heading to a shelf.
“You sure?” Michael asked again, “I wouldn’t mind the company.”
Sighing, I grab the book and take a seat on the pillows. Michael just stared at me and smiled. Then, sitting down next to me, he keeps his eyes on me.
“Tell me. Are you finally taking the role of a queen?” Michael asked curiously.
“Queen?” I said, lifting my gaze, “I’m supposed to, right?”
“Yes, but if you do. It means you accept Dimitri,” Michael smirked.
I smiled nervously.
“Not only that, you will need to be accepted by the council. And those old dragons aren’t fond of you. Especially Damian and Dimitri’s grandfather.” Michael explained. “They don’t like humans.”
“But I’m not right?” It confused me. Didn’t they say I’m not?
“Yes… but they don’t know that,” Michael said, closing his book, “What you have to know is that those elders want a pure dragon for Dimitri, not someone they think is human. But you’re not. The only thing you have to do now proves it to them.”
“And how am I supposed to do that?” I asked, crooking my head.
“That, Dimitri will tell you. I bet he will present you to everyone soon,” Michael mumbled, “And for that, I suggest you fix your problems with him and anything else you have. And if possible, allow Cian to help you.”
Sighing, I laid down and groaned. I was covering my face with the book. I try to find a solution. Why was I in such a predicament?