Bride of the Traitor: A Prophecy of Sisters Novel

by Faiman, Hayley

  We have reached our destination. Nibbling on Sybilla’s bottom lip, I break the kiss and look down at my sweet wife. Wife. The title is still foreign to me, yet, it feels right as well—normal.

  Dismounting from the mare, I tie her to a tree, close enough for her to feed on the sweet grass and drink from the stream while Sybilla and I spend some time together, alone. Reaching for my wife, I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and pull her down from the mare as well.

  Her hands hold on to my shoulders for stability as I place her booted feet on the soft ground. Sybilla’s golden gaze lifts to mine as her soft breasts press against my chest. Soon those soft peaks will be in my mouth, in my grasp, and freed from the constraints of her gown.

  “What are we doing here, Elias?” she asks.

  Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to the corner of hers. “We’re going to enjoy one another in the privacy of this glade, sweeting.”

  Her tongue peeks out and she wets her bottom lip, her gaze shifting over my shoulder to the tree canopy covered glade. Her gaze shifts back to mine and her eyes widen.

  “You want to have sex in the outdoors?” she hisses.

  Though, judging by the way her breath picks up, her eyes dilate, and her nostrils flare, she is not as offended as she attempts to sound.

  Wrapping my hand around hers, I turn toward the glade and tug her behind me. She doesn’t know that nobody would dare venture out here, my personal hunting cabin is just behind the largest tree on the opposite side of this area, this is my personal space and therefore off-limits to even my men.

  “I’m going to devour my wife, an adventure that I think you want as much as I do, Sybilla,” I announce as I spin around and tug her against my chest.

  “Elias, anyone could walk up here,” she warns.

  Shaking my head, my lips twitch. “You won’t care. It’s exciting, sweeting.”

  “You’re a king, I don’t think this is appropriate,” she breathes.

  Lifting my hands, I tug at the front of her dress, exposing her breasts in one swift move. She lets out a gasp and lifts her hands to cover herself. Wrapping my fingers around her wrists, I shift her hands to her sides, holding them there as my head dips down and I take one of her peaked nipples in my mouth.

  “Elias,” she gasps.

  Lifting my eyes to meet hers, I watch as her nostrils continue to flare and her eyes begin to dance. They don’t glitter like other women in this world that I’ve bedded, but they dance and it’s mesmerizing.

  Gripping her waist, I pull her down to the ground gently. She doesn’t physically protest as her knees give way and she sinks to her side. Rolling onto my back, I pull her flush against me, my lips finding hers.

  My tongue thrusts into her mouth, the same way my cock will soon be thrusting inside of her warm heat. She breaks the kiss, those dancing eyes looking down at me while her weight presses against my body.

  “Elias, you can’t seriously mean to do this here…”

  Lifting up to a sitting position, I wrap my hands around her legs and pull her closer, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  Sliding my hands up her skirts, I smile when my thumb comes into contact with her sweet nub. She’s taken to not wearing those awful contraptions that she calls panties beneath her dresses, thank the gods.

  Sybilla’s breath hitches, her hips shift and I watch as her eyes become hooded. She allows herself to feel, just as I wish her to. She allows herself this adventure. Dropping my head, I place my lips at the center of her chest, licking her sweet skin as her hips jerk.

  “Free me, sweeting,” I softly demand.

  Removing my hand from between her legs, I reach behind her and deftly unbutton her dress before I loosen her ribbons, tugging them open before I reach for the hem of her skirts and lift the entire dress over her head.

  Sybilla’s hands work my strings open, and her fingers wrap around my cock, squeezing me so expertly that I moan at the sensation.

  “By gods bones, Sybilla, you undo me,” I groan against her skin.

  Without a word, she positions herself at the head of my cock. My eyes fly up to meet her own, and I watch her face as she sinks down along my shaft. She doesn’t move once she’s fully seated and as much as I want to pound into her sweet body, I also want this moment to last.

  Sybilla reaches for the hem of her chemise and pulls it up her body, revealing her soft naked body for me. Lifting my hands, I cup her breasts, sliding my thumbs across her pebbled nipples. Her entire body shivers against my touch, her lips pursing out before she sucks them in.

  Lifting one of my hands, I wrap my fingers around the side of her throat, the other I shift between us and press my thumb against her sweet nub, again. Her nostrils flare and she begins to slowly move along my length.

  “Don’t stop, sweeting,” I rasp.

  She shakes her head, lifting her hands to grip my shoulders. “Never, Elias. I never want this to end.”

  Her voice is naught but a breathy moan and I can’t help but feel like a god when she is like this, when she accepts all of me this way. She lifts then slams down along my length and I immediately decide that I’m no god, instead, she’s a goddess.

  I continue to rub firm circles against her nub, her hips jerking, bucking against me as she searches for her release. I watch her breasts bounce freely above me, the glittering purple grass and blue leaves of the canopy of trees that surround us no match for her beauty, as she takes from me.

  Her thighs shake, her queynte fluttering around my length. I am so close to emptying myself inside of her, but I will do no such thing until she’s reached her own climax.

  Squeezing her throat gently, I lean forward and capture her breast in my mouth, my teeth gently tugging on her nipple as my thumb continues to play her clit, harder and faster with each rise and fall over my cock.

  “I’m close,” she cries, though she does not need to, I can feel her, she is on the edge teetering.

  Then, her entire body stills, she cries out and her queynte squeezes me, forcing my own climax from my body at the exact same time. Dropping my head back, I let out my own roar as I empty inside of her, filling her and hopefully creating life inside of her.

  She’s breathing heavily, as am I, her eyes wild, her hair equally so, she looks breathtaking. Lifting my hands, I wrap my arms around her and lie back on the ground as I pull her against my chest. Holding the back of her head against my neck, I close my eyes as we both catch our breaths.

  “Let’s go for a swim, My Queen,” I whisper against the side of her head.

  “A swim?” she exhales.

  I hum. “Aye, you and me, naked in the river. Mayhap I’ll bring you to your climax again, maybe even twice more,” I say with a grin.

  Her entire body shivers and she lifts her head, those wild eyes dazed and unfocused as she looks down at me. “I’ve never, not naked,” she whispers.

  “Then today, My Queen, I give you that adventure.”

  SYBILLA

  Love.

  It happened so fast that I didn’t even realize what was going on until it slammed into me. I’ve fallen in love with my husband. I know that it has to be more than lust, it must be.

  I do want to climb him, fuck him until we both cry out in pleasure, but I also want to see him smile. I want to be the one to make him smile and over the past two weeks, I’ve made it my sole mission to do just that.

  “You’re staring out of the window again.” Ellyn giggles.

  My own lips turn up into a small smile as I bite my bottom lip and shift my gaze back to my girls. “I think I love my husband,” I blurt out.

  All three of them stare at me for a moment, then they burst out into a fit of giggles. I join them when I realize that we sound like my sisters and me when we were young. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this and I’m grateful for it, I need it.

  Shaking my head, I try to calm my laughs down before I get too light-headed from my tied ribbons and pass out from lack of oxygen. The girls a
re busy packing the last-minute items in my trunks.

  Apparently, we leave for Beallenau tomorrow. Though I’m not very excited about the prospect of war, and whatever that looks like where we’re going, I am excited for an adventure. Elias is right, I do crave an adventure, one that I know only he can give me in this magical world.

  “Sybilla?” Katrina softly calls, her voice is so small that I almost don’t hear her.

  Lifting my gaze to her, I notice that she’s standing next to my bed, a necklace in her hand that she’s spinning around, but not really looking at. She’s lost in thought and I wonder what could be bothering her so much.

  “Katrina? Are you okay? Do you not want to join us?” I ask.

  Her body jerks and she lifts her gaze to meet mine, a look of horror crosses her features. “I do want to go, please don’t leave me here, Your Majesty,” she quickly begs.

  “What’s the matter then?”

  Her gaze shifts from me to the window, then back to me. “I have feelings. I shouldn’t. Servants like me, they aren’t supposed to have feelings like this for men like him,” she mutters. “Forget it,” she admonishes.

  Standing, I walk over to her, taking the necklace out of her hands and setting it on the bed. Taking both of her hands in mine, I look directly into her eyes.

  “I am not anything special in my world, Katrina. I don’t have very much money, I don’t have any royal blood, and where I come from there are no prophecies or magic. If Elias were the king of a country where I am from, he would not even know I existed.”

  Katrina doesn’t say anything, instead she chews on her bottom lip as she watches me. “What I mean to say is that, I am not worthy of my title, I don’t know anything about being a queen and I am common just like you, and yet, Elias saw me. He felt something for me immediately and now we share something deep with one another.”

  “He’s confessed his love for you?” Ellyn asks.

  “Quiet,” Jasmine hisses.

  “We haven’t coupled, he hasn’t bedded me. I doubt he knows I exist, but I have seen him watch me. He’s smiled in my direction. I fancy him, greatly. But I’m not like others… I can’t just… and never have more.”

  “She’s not lain with a man before,” Ellyn interjects. “She is waiting for her husband.”

  I can’t hide my smile as I look at the sweet Katrina. She’s a virgin and she has a crush. I’m not sure who it’s on yet, but obviously she thinks that he has a higher standing than she does and that she is not worthy, but I do know that she’s been noticed, by her description at least.

  “Who is it?” I ask.

  Katrina chews on her bottom lip, her gaze shifting to the side then coming back to meet mine. “It’s silly,” she mutters. “I’m infatuated with him and it’s completely silly.”

  “Katrina,” I warn, though I’m not sure what I’m warning, but I want to know and for some strange reason, I want to meddle.

  Katrina sighs. “It’s Merek,” she blurts. “He’s so handsome, so tall and so strong. He also smiles, and he was so good to you while His Highness was away. He’s kind and handsome and he smiles at me, he doesn’t pretend that I don’t exist like most do in his station. It’s silly, I told you,” she rambles.

  “I don’t think it’s silly, do you girls think it’s silly?” I ask, looking between the other two women.

  Jasmine is a bit older than Katrina and Ellyn, I don’t miss the flash of pity that crosses her face for just a moment before she wipes it away.

  “I don’t think it’s silly,” she begins. “However, I do believe if you took it any farther, you would be setting yourself up for heartache. Merek is of royal blood and King Elias will no doubt arrange a marriage for him that will give a political advantage.”

  Katrina’s shoulders slump and her chin drops in defeat. She already knows that what Jasmine is saying is true. I shouldn’t be the believer that I am, or fill her with false hope, but I know that Katrina is beautiful inside and out and she should have the man of her choosing.

  Instead of telling her to go for it, to throw herself at him, I wrap her in my arms and give her a hug. “The man that deserves you will come into your life and he will cherish you and the gift that you’ve saved for him,” I whisper against the side of her ear.

  Jasmine clears her throat and they get back to business, packing the rest of my things, the giggling excitement having faded for a moment. Deciding to leave them be, I head outside for a bit of sunshine and a short walk before I am forced to sit on the back of Lightning for who knows how long.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  SYBILLA

  I don’t pay attention to where I’m walking as I make my way around the grounds in the bright sunshine. The snow is all gone, the sun having melted the last of it just a few days ago. It’s warm and the purple grass sparkles beneath my feet.

  I’m thinking, completely lost in thought. I feel guilty. I should miss my parents, my family, my home and my life in Portland. It’s been months and I know by now my family must realize that I’m gone. I can’t imagine what they’re feeling, but I don’t want to go back.

  Elias is here. My life with him, the love that I believe is growing between us, it is beyond anything that I ever imagined possible. This world is big, bright, and beautiful. It also feels like home, strangely enough.

  Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m falling in love with my husband, but everything here just feels right. My guilt consumes me though, I feel like I need to try to contact my parents, let them know that I’m okay, but I don’t know how.

  I run into something and stumble backward. Lifting my head, I realize that it was another person, a woman. She’s watching me, her head tilted to the side.

  “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you,” I apologize.

  She watches me for another moment before she gives me a small curtsy, dipping her chin then rising again. She smiles, but it’s not friendly, it looks catty. I know catty, too. You don’t have three sisters and not realize when a woman is about to be a bitch.

  My eyes sweep her length and I suddenly feel very self-conscious. She’s at least two inches taller than me and twenty pounds thinner.

  Her hair is a dark chestnut and is shiny and gorgeous, her eyes such a light blue that they are almost clear. She’s gorgeous. She looks a lot like my sister Birdie with her dark hair and light eyes.

  Her dress is made of a pretty chiffon fabric and is a lot nicer than most of the women I’ve seen in town. She has some kind of standing and wealth, but I have no clue who she is as she watches me, her lips turned up, her words ready to strike.

  “I’ve yet to see you up close,” she murmurs, her voice husky and sexy.

  She reaches forward and touches a piece of my hair before her hand drops to her side. “I see that he’s chosen you because you are different. Your features oddly match his coat of arms. You intrigue him I’m sure, but do not think that it will last long, for the Wainwright men oft times have very short attention spans.”

  A warning. A bitch. Pressing my lips together, I tilt my head to the side. “And you’re warning me, because?”

  “I would hate for a beauty to lose her way, to be hurt. We women must stick together,” she smiles, laying it on sticky sweet.

  “Or perhaps you want him for yourself?” I ask.

  I know my words have played right into her hand when her light-blue eyes darken and glitter with excitement. She coyly bites her bottom lip and leans forward as if to tell me a secret, making sure to show off her cleavage that’s almost spilling out of her dangerously low cut bodice.

  “It’s true, I’ve had him, Your Highness. I liked what I had and I will have him again, but only when he comes to me. I would never disrespect Your Majesty by going to him.”

  Yup. Bitch.

  “How is he feeling as of late anyway?” she adds softly. “He was at my home a few weeks ago on his way back from Irragin with his men and I had to tend him through the night. I’ve been overwrought with worry sinc
e he left my humble home. It was only the second time visiting me since you’ve been present here. You know how men are when they have a new toy,” she says, waving her hand around.

  My breath is stolen from me. The second time he’s been to her. He saw her first before he came back to the castle after being away from me for six weeks. He went to her first. My heart shatters into a million pieces.

  There is a rumble off in the distance and then a crack of thunder. The bitch jumps, placing her hand over her spilling out breasts.

  “What’s your name?” I ask, trying to keep the tears that prick the backs of my eyes at bay.

  “Duraina.” She smiles. “King Elias and I have been friends for years, Your Highness. Though, I’m sure that he wouldn’t want me to tell you any of these things, but I’ve seen you together and I know you hold great affection for him. He once told me that I was his happiness. That the moments alone with me were what got him through his battles.”

  She grins, looking off into the distance, but I know she’s not thinking fondly of her moments with him, her dramatic pause is for effect, while her words sink in and take root inside of me.

  “I’m sorry, I should not be telling you these things, you, of course, are his bright spot, his happiness now. His beautiful wife that will no doubt bear him fine healthy heirs to the crown. You look as though you are sturdy enough to give him a dozen sons.”

  My eyes widen at her brazen insult, laced in seemingly good intent, though anyone with a brain knows that she just fucking called me fat. Bitch. No, she’s more than a bitch, she’s a fucking cunt.

  I open my mouth to respond, her eyes widen and sparkle even more and I realize instantly that a fight is what she wants. Snapping my lips closed, I give her a tight-lipped smile.

  “I really should thank you, Duraina, for your words. They are most kind and I appreciate the way you delivered a warning on falling too deeply in infatuation with My King,” I say sweetly, lying through my teeth. “Will you please do us the honor of sitting at our table for dinner? We’ll be leaving shortly and I cannot imagine that King Elias would want to part without saying goodbye to you, since you’re such an old friend.”