All Novel Sweet
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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Naya and Zara both looked alarmed as they stared at the door.
“I’ll go check it out..” Zara whispered to Naya, before heading for the door.
She opened the door and to her surprise, it was a guard that was standing there.
“How can I help you?” She asked as Naya stood not too far from them.
“Orders from lord Rhys..” he began and Naya braced herself up as her heart began to race.
“And?” Zara drew out, as she waited for him to speak.
“You have thirty minutes to move your stuffs to his room..” he reported, as he bowed slightly before turning to leave.
Naya’s heart sank at the guard’s news. Thirty minutes was hardly enough time to gather her belongings, packing up was not even an issue as she didn’t even have clothes, they were all rags, the issue was mentally preparing herself for whatever horrors Rhys had in store for her.
“What’s going on?” Zara asked, her voice laced with concern as she turned back to Naya, it was as if she did not hear the guards’ reports.
Naya shook her head, biting her lip to keep from breaking down.
“Rhys wants me in his chambers,” she replied, her voice wavering.
“I thought you would be staying here..” Zara pointed out.
“You guessed wrong..” Naya muttered walking over to the cupboard which she opened, there were little or no clothes in it.
Naya’s movements were slow, methodical as if the finality of Rhys’s orders had numbed her to her surroundings.
Zara watched, helpless, as Naya picked out a few items of clothing from the meager selection and laid them on the bed.
“Is there…is there anything I can do?” Zara asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
Naya shook her head, her expression distant, as if her mind was already somewhere else.
“No,” she replied, her voice hollow.
“I’ll manage just fine..” she flashed a smile at Zara, as she went ahead to pick up a bag, which she folded the clothes into.
“Are you going to be fine?” Zara asked, feeling bad for her sister. She wondered how hard things would get for her and how she would cope.
“Yes, I’ll try. I don’t think Rhys would ever hurt me..” she uttered, sounding unsure, judging from what happened earlier, she did hit him, but he did not react to it and left her alone.
“I don’t know…” Zara began, her voice laced with worry.
“I don’t trust him, Naya. He’s too unpredictable, too…dangerous, the news I’ve heard about him is not so nice, I don’t want you getting hurt..” Being his submissive was okay, but Zara did not feel comfortable with the idea of them sharing a room.
Naya nodded, her hands still folding and refolding the clothes she’d selected.
“I know. But what choice do I have?” she replied, the resignation in her voice almost palpable.
Zara frowned, her concern only growing.
“Take it easy..”
“I will…” Naya promised, as she felt a sinking feeling at the depth of her stomach, each time the thought of Rhys came into her head.
Her hatred for him now grew with every passing second.
“Just promise me one thing,” Zara said, stepping forward to place a hand on Naya’s shoulder.
“If things get too bad if you’re in danger…you’ll call for me and try as much as possible to avoid that. Listen to him and don’t get him angry..”
Naya glanced up at her sister, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes.
“I promise,” she said, her voice low and sincere.
“I promise, I won’t let him hurt me.”
“That’s great, hasten up with packing. It takes a long walk to the lord’s chambers..”
Naya nodded, her jaw set in a determined line as she finished folding the last of her clothes and placed them in the small satchel she’d brought with her.
“Ready?” Zara asked, her hand resting lightly on the door handle.
“Yeah, I guess I’m ready ” Naya replied, straightening her shoulders as she stepped forward.
The two sisters exchanged one last, silent look of solidarity before Zara opened the door and led the way into the uncertain future.
“See you later, I’ll leave from here…” Zara stopped midway as she escorted Naya to Rhys’ chambers.
“No worries, I’ll take it from you..” Naya smiled at her as Zara hugged her.
“I’ll see you later..” she muttered, before turning to leave.
Naya watched as Zara dispersed. She took a deep breath before turning back in the direction of Rhys’ chambers.
With Zara gone and the moment of truth rapidly approaching, Naya could feel her anxiety and uncertainty growing. The air seemed to grow heavy and oppressive as if the whole castle was holding its breath.
She knew she needed to be strong, for herself and her sister. But as she made her way towards Rhys’ chambers, she couldn’t help but wonder what lay ahead.
She arrived at his door, taking a deep breath, she knocked slightly.
“Come in..” A deep baritone voice sounded from inside.
Naya inhaled deeply yet again as she placed her hands on the doorknob.
She opened the door as she walked into the large room.
“You’re late..” those were the first words she heard as she got in.
As Naya entered the room, a palpable tension filled the air, oppressive and thick like a storm cloud waiting to burst. Rhys was seated in a large, ornate chair, his eyes cold and calculating as they bore into her.
“You’re late,” he repeated, his voice icy with displeasure. Naya could feel her heart pounding in her chest, but she forced herself to stand tall and meet his gaze.
“Thirty minutes is not enough time to pack up..” she uttered, defending herself as she clutched her bag tighter.
“I see..” Rhys muttered as he stood up from the chair.
He was so angry before and it took him his whole self-control not to hit her.
Things were just different with Naya around.
“Why did you bring me to your room?” Naya couldn’t help but ask as he slowly approached her.
“Because I want you to be here little minx,” he replied in a nonchalant tone.
The tension in the room was intense, a veritable spider web of silent animosity and unspoken desires. Naya could feel her hands sweating as she gripped the handle of her bag, watching with growing trepidation as Rhys stalked towards her like a predator closing in on its prey.
“Don’t call me that..” she said, still trying to be bold, though she was super nervous.
“Call you what?” Rhys asked, raising a curious brow at her.
“Little minx..” she replied, swallowing deep.
“My name is Naya, not little Minx”
Rhys’ lips quirked into a small, knowing smile, his eyes fixed intently on Naya’s face.
“Oh?” he said, a teasing note in his voice. “What’s the matter, my little minx? Don’t you like being reminded that you’re mine?”
Naya’s heart began to beat faster, her palms growing sweaty as she fought against the instinct to run from him.
“I’m not yours,” she protested, defiance simmering in her voice.
“Really?” He chuckled as he collected the bag she was holding from her hand.
“Be careful there Naya…” he began as he began to unzip the bag.
“You might beg me to call you that one day..” he deadpanned with a mischievous smirk.
Naya’s breath hitched as Rhys’ fingers teased the zipper open. There was something about the way he looked at her, about the way he spoke that made her feel both excited and wary.
“You’re the only one who thinks that way because I’ll never beg you” she retorted, her voice trembling slightly.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
Rhys chuckled again, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Because you’re interesting and I happen to love interesting things..”
“I’m not a thing..” Naya mumbled.
“Don’t tell me you spent more than thirty minutes packing rags..” Rhys frowned, as he abruptly brought out all the clothes from the bag, pouring them on the ground.
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