What Did You Do?

Morgan's POV

That night, I snuck right out with a mission in my head.

The very thing he wanted from me, I was taking it away from him. I didn't play when it came to revenge at all.

I travelled to the outskirts of the town where an old witch resided, and she was weirdly happy to see me. For once, someone was happy by my presence.

My heart warmed up. So this is what it felt like? I've never known for such a long time.

I told her everything I was going through because at this point I was willing to tell anybody that would even want to sit down with me, about it. My life sucked now, honestly.

That's when I told her what I truly wanted her to do for me.

“Dear child, how could you utter such words from your mouth!”

She actually smacked me right after raising her voice at me in anger. Old women! I couldn't smack her back, and that sucked.

With ancient magic, she eventually started preparing the ritual for me. She couldn't rip out my womb, so I told her to seal it.

Yes, seal it so hard, I will never conceive. It was one of the sacrifices I was willing to make.

I couldn't wait for Azriel to find out and rage on for hours because there would be nothing he could do to change it.

She told me the repercussions, the side effects, and I still went on with it. I was willing to do anything to win, even at the cost of my strength as a side effect.

She told me there would be times when sudden weakness would overcome me, and sometimes I would feel random intense pains. She assured me they would be simply occasional and survivable, so I didn't mind.

When it was all over, I felt renewed for some reason. Actually, I felt victorious.

By the time I snuck back into the mansion, Azriel was sitting on my bed, the expression on his face so grave I actually took a step back, but his voice made me stop.

“Get back in here right now.”

I couldn't even dare disobey. He was the most terrifying he had ever been.

I walked into the room, closed the door behind me and awkwardly stood by a corner.

“Stand in front of me.” I'd be damned not to listen. I came to stand right in front of him, my heart doing a free fall.

Eventually, his eyes raised to meet mine, and I swallowed. Since when was I so terrified of him?

“Where are you coming from?”

I couldn't respond for some reason. I just couldn't. My mouth simply wouldn't move. I wanted to run right out of the room because I needed to somehow catch my falling heart. I was absolutely not doing well.

“I will not repeat my question, queen. Where. Are. You. Coming. From?”

It felt like the room closed in on me. I took a step back and was so glad he didn't notice. I was beyond terrified of him.

“I…I…”

“Open your mouth and talk to me, Morgan.”

If I could just make it to the door–

“Don't even bother. I will chase you and bring you right back here, and you will answer my question. You're no match for me, and we both know that. Make smarter decisions.”

Why was he always two steps ahead? How did he even know I had that in mind?

“I…I went nowhere, just a stroll…”

“And the guards have been looking for you? You didn't go on any fucking stroll.”

“You have no right to police me. I came back, didn't I? Why are you so bothered?”

I tried to act unafraid, but I was clearly shaking the whole time, even my voice.

“Morgan, you're testing me. Let me warn you, if there's any day where—”

His eyes suddenly fell to my stomach, and I saw panic spread across his face as he froze.

Oh my word. What did he know? What was he suspecting?

“What did you do? What did you fucking do!” He blazed on, his muscles locked and his fists clenched.

For the first time, he lost his cool and yelled at me.

He had never yelled at me before. I'm not sure I've even seen him outrightly yell.

I shook in fright, but I still refused to keep quiet. I felt the need to be victorious and it was my time to be victorious, so I told him.

“If you must know, I couldn't get my womb ripped out, so I sealed it.”

The sudden silence was deafening as Azriel seemed to tilt his head in confusion and maybe shock. I really couldn't place the expressions I was seeing on his face.

“You did what?”

Oh the joy of having to repeat myself when it came to narrating the awesome way I got back at him.

“I sealed my womb, so I'll never birth your pups, my dear king.”

I was so full of joy to see his current face. He was boiling, but controlled boiling.

He seemed to take in a deep breath, letting what I just said settle in. He would definitely need that.

“Yoy better be joking, because if you're not, then you are unhinged, even to your fucking self.”

My heart exploded in my chest. Poor thing.

“I know, I told you so—”

And I was grabbed and taken.

Within minutes, I was in transit with Azriel, and we were headed right for that witch's place. How he knew the location, I had no idea, but he was furious.

“There's nothing you can do about it by the way—”

“You better shut your mouth. You better shut your fucking mouth queen.”

In the midst of my fear, I had never been happier. He was displeased. I had managed to get a reaction out of him, and when it would eventually sink in, he would realize that victory was eventually mine.

We soon arrived, and he was not being nice. He demanded that she reversed the spell, and there was nothing he didn't do to shake her. He had never been this terrifying, or maybe I had just never felt the weight of it like this before.

I even started feeling pity for the witch, but no matter how many times he drilled her, she kept saying it was done and done, and could never be reversed.

He let out a low curse in anguish, taking us back to the palace, but this time, I wasn't let back into my chambers.

This crazy monster took me straight to the dungeon.