Maddox's POV
"I want every damn guard to search this castle! She couldn't have went far. She is a human for godsake, it's impossible for her to out run anyone living here!"
I run my hand through my thick locks, wanting to pull out chunks of it in anger.
When she had caught me with that women, I tossed the maid off of me and ran to the door trying to catch her. If I hadn't stumbled upon her positive pregnancy test on the ground, I could've gotten her in time and she wouldn't have escaped.
What if I really losted her this time?
What if something finds her and kills her out in the woods. Not only will I lose the love of my life, but I will lose my unborn child too all because of my stupid stupid actions.
"Sir.. Sir!" a voice calls out from behind me.
I whip around, coming face-to-face with a guard who looks as though he's been trying to find me forever. "What is it?" I growl, not wanting to
Willow's POV The next morning... My back is aching like nothing before... It feels like someone went in and shoved knives in my spin and twisted them for fun. My stomach hurts too, but I don't feel the need to puke... Not yet, at least. I sit up on the couch, seeing that Maddox has placed another blanket over top of me because I had been so cold last night I was visually shivering underneath that thin fabric that is barley even a blanket. Pushing the heavy, black duvet off of me, I roll out of bed and reach for the shirt that was left for me, pulling it quickly over top of my bare body. It smells of Maddox's cologne, cologne that I wished to smell each nigh but now wish I could loose my scent altogether just so I don't have to think of him. I go over to the door, walking on my tippy toes, scared a board will creak from underneath me and I'll give away my cover. I make it, though, but
Willow's POV It's only been an hour free from Maddox's bedroom, and I'm already scared that he'll find me here again and drag me back there: the place where some of my biggest regrets and worst memories live. There's nothing I wish more right now than wanting to go back and time and tell myself to not give my innocence to him; to just say I wasn't ready, then when he least expected it, runaway as far as I possibly can. Currently I am curled up in this nice warm bed, skimming through Crave HBO, trying to find a good show to binge on. I've got nothing else to do but hide, so why not? After yesterday, I think I deserve a bit of a break. Not only did I put both heavy arm chairs against the door, I've also made sure the windows were shut tight and curtained. Luckily there's a nice little bathroom in here for me, so I don't have to make trips out to god-knows-where and be caught by a guard, or worse, the devil himself...
Maddox's POVSoon, after a long walk of silence, we arrive back at our bedroom and I open the door, waving Willow on in."Hello King Maddox and Princess Willow," the doctor greets as soon as I shut the door behind me once we've entered. "Please," she steps out from the side of the bed, presenting an ultrasound machine, "you can lay down on here, Princess Willow, and I will begin the exam and see how that baby is doing, alright? I am Doctor Lilith by the way, but just call me Lilith."I look over to Willow, thinking she will obey right away. She comes to a complete halt when she is told to lay there on that bed, the bed she hates so much now. "O-okay," she murmurs, smoothing out the blankets with the palm of her hand before she lays down on my side of the bed. Immediatley, I can see the pain in her eyes and the way she stiffens up when the mattress forms around her body.I nod towards the doctor, signalling for her to begin, then tak
Willow's POVOver the course of the night, sleeping in Maddox's oddly comfortable arms, I could feel him pick me up and take me to another room. I am sure it was back to his room, but I fell asleep in only a few moments after being carried down the hall.Now I'm here, laying in the uncomfortably comfortable mattress with my arm hanging above my head in a handcuff. Theres bandages around my wrist, just to protect me from having the metal engrave bloodied, rusty, lacerations in my wrists.I've woken up only a minute ago from a long nights rest, but I still feel so incredibly tired. So tired I feel like I was hit by a train twice then someone tried to kill me by ramming me into a brick wall a hundred times over.I grab hold of the chain thats linking the cuff to the bed and pull myself up into a sitting position, leaning my body weight into the pillows and breathing out heavily.The need to puke out my in
Willow's POVA few hours later...All I have managed to do within the few, yet long hours Maddox has disappeared, is wriggle my shirt back over my head, in hopes to cover my now naked and bruised chest. With every move I make, the cuffs seem to get tighter and tigher, to the point I think I may just rip into four pieces and this will all be over.I don't know when he plans on coming back and letting me free, or if he plans on coming back and letting me free... For now I am stuck here, bound like a prisoner to the place I hate most.Finally, though, I manage to nestle my shirt over my breasts with the help of my now sore chin and cramped neck. Already I feel safer and less vulnerable to the world."Help me!" I finally allow myself to scream. I push my head forward, tears beginning to pool with the stress I can feel in my body and the sheer neck pain pulsating through me in waves.God,
Maddox's POVToday.What. A. Day.Today was the absolute hardest day for me to get up, go to work and just leave Willow there, alone and stuck to that bed.I don’t know what’s come over me to be this horrible to her- to make her suffer the way I am. But that’s how it really is here in this castle, being the King’s wife. She has so little freedom because of who she is now.She’s better stuck to that bed, alone in that room, than she is roaming about in the castle where a guard, or some common folk who has broken in, could snatch her up. I can’t have that, she’s carrying my heirs already which makes her just that much more important. And even with what has to happen and what I must say and do to her, I still love her, and losing her her would break me into a million pieces.Fuck. I need to get my head out of my ass, I'm not thinking stra
Maddox's POV Two weeks later... To say the least... The past couple of days have been quite strange -sad, even. Willow is no longer putting up a fight, or going against what I say or anything- she just sits there on the floor of her hundred-blanket-made bed and stares ahead at the wall with sweet, sorrowful eyes. Hell, she only ever speaks to me when she wants to make a trip to the kitchen or if she has to let me know she is going to take a bath. At first, I had told her she needed to sleep in the bed with me, but she quite evidently did not obey that, so, she made way to the couch and tried to make a space there. I got fed up, though, because I knew that if I let her do that, our relationship would never be able to heal and I'd never get the chance to wrap my arms around her at night and kiss the back of her neck softly as she drifted off into a dream land. One day later, though, I came h
Willow's POVOnly a few moments ago, I woke up, finding myself practically buried in Maddox's arms. For a moment, I found myself smiling because he was here, sleeping next to me finally. But the next moment, realization hit me like a fucking train, knowing what has all happened at that it's not two months ago... It's today... Another day in this horrible life of mine.Pulling away from his warm, longing hold that I wish I could sleep longer in, I decide it's not good to get attached, especially when I'm supposed to keep away from him and just wait out my soon-to-be shorted life.As I try to quietly try and pull his arms off of, they grip right back around my waist, placing his hands gently over my rounding belly. "How ya feelin?" he pulls his mouth to my ear, whispering the words gently.I inhale sharply, going completely still. "G-good," I tell him truthfully, but now I don't feel good: I feel like crying because I wish I cou