Game of Prythian

Chapter Fifteen

"I'm fine." I murmured almost silent. Tamlin shook his head, "He can hurt you in other ways."

"I'm fine Tamlin, I am truly fine." I said, Tamlin calmed down. He hugged me and I hugged him back. It wasn't worth fighting him, "Can I go upstairs? I'm tired."

A lie, I just wanted to get away from him. I had slept better in the airy, beautiful, light and soft room Rhysand had given me than I had slept since I became fae.

Tamin shook his head, "No," I pulled away as far as his grip would let me away from him. He said again, "No, we have to do it while your mind is fresh."

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The next week I spent with Rhysand went by in silence. I spent it in the chair by a window overlooking the mountains. I was almost finished with a book when chattering appeared.

"You know Rhysand asked me if I knew I was stupid this morning. And all I could do was stare at him because how am I supposed to respond? I'm the general of his fucking armies yet he calls me stupid." The voice pouted. I stiffened, the scent of blades was strong.

I stiffened further, I didn't know why. It was a fear imprinted onto my mind. After the thing. I blinked but what was the thing? I blinked again and shook my head returning to my book, there was something new. What was I even thinking about?

I continued practicing the mental shields Rhysand showed me about. I didn't want him in my head, my body locked up and the thought was someone in my head.

The two male voices continued chatting. I snorted, after one of them complained about Rhysand's clothing. And how he only wore different shades of black, like onyx and slade.

Before I realized I was staring down the strangers. I stiffened at the grueling blades at the one with blue stones. He seemed to pause, noticing my fear.

My body seemed to lock up more. I grabbed my book and pushed past them. I left, and shoved myself into my room. I shook as I thought about the blades. Why was I shaking? I had held many knives before.

I tried thinking about it and fear flashed through my mind again. I shook it off, and my headache. I laid down and curled into a ball. There was blankness where my mind wanted to remember the first three months. Yet it only told me the same thing with no memories over and over again.

Your father signed off on the papers. You are to marry Tamlin and be his bride. Sleep was a heavy bliss.

After that week Tamlin gave me paints in the study. I frowned at them, Tamlin didn't know I used to like painting. My mind found darkness again. All I remembered was that Tamlin bought me paints and I liked them.

Another cycle passed and Rhysand asked if he could go into my mind. I freaked and told him to fuck off. That I didn't want him in my head or anyone else. Later when I was back in spring I questioned myself, Why did you freak out so much?

I glanced outside.

I moved swiftly and found Tamlin readying to leave. I asked, "Can I come with you?" He glowered down at me, and fear pricked my mind. Why was I afraid? "No, it's too dangerous."

"Please?" I begged him. "I want to do something,"

Tamlin declared, "You're doing enough now go back inside." I pulled the reigns of his horse, "Please Tamlin?"

He shook his head. I said, "I'm coming whether you like it or not." I walked forward and slammed into an invisible wall. I slammed my hand on the barrier. My breath came in short bursts. "Tamlin!"