Chapter 9

Whispers followed us as I follow the King through the camp, keeping my head down. The sun had set, living the forest gloomy. We passed multiple tents identical to the one I was in, with shifters around them. Not realising the king had stopped I bumped into his hardback, earning a growl. "Sorry." I rush out. We stop in front of a tent, darker than in rest and larger. Hesitant to go inside, not sure what was waiting for me.

There was a makeshift bed with fur at one side, a wooden table with wine cups and a jug. Candles lit up the tent, walking further in. Silas stood at the other side, next to a full-length mirror divider. "I thought you would like to clean yourself," he gestures to the wooden bucket with a clean cloth. My eyes widen, watching him from the mirror. I almost scream when I saw my reflection, my hair had bits of dry mud. Dry blood on my shoulder and red stains on my dress. This was the only dress I had with me, I knew the king didn't pack an extra dress.

"You have a shifter scent on you," He snaps as if it bothers him.

"My father," I explained knowing the shifter could smell when you have been around other shifters for a while. Shutting my eyes when I think of my poor father, coming home to an empty cottage.

"No this one is different, it very faint. Mixed with mine" Silas leans into me, standing behind me. My heart quickens when I felt his warm breath on my cheek, he sniff my hair. "Younger." He adds. Frowning, how the hell did he know that?

"He touched you?" Somehow, he looked even more striking in the mirror. "You gave him your virtue." He growls, flicking his gaze to me.

"Gave?" Tears gathered in my eyes, knowing whose scent he was speaking of. "I didn't give him anything, he took what wasn't his. Held me down and took away my innocence." It wasn't like the night with the king. I couldn't keep my eyes open, drawing a shaky breath. "It was a rogue shifter, I was bathing in the river. It was a hot summer day, he came from behind while I was in the water. I didn't stand a chance, I was just thirteen. He was over six feet, I tried fighting." I chuckle softly.

"Did he die for his crimes?" My headshot in shock. "No, only my father wanted to hunt him down. The rest of the town elders said it was my fault. I shouldn't have been bathing in the river."

"I'm sorry that happened to you," his chin dipped, eyes latched on mine. "Clean yourself before the water gets cold." He takes a step back clearly his throat. I wanted to tell him the rest, the truth of what happened when the rouge was done with me and left me in my blood. How I watched him turn into nothing but ash, but I've kept that to myself for years. Undoing my skirt, I hang it on the mirror. Taking off my undergarment, I stood there naked with the king on the other side of the tent. My hair falling to my naked waist. I've never been bothered by nakedness, the shifters were used to it. They think nothing of it, it was their second skin. But standing naked in front of the King made my body react, I felt his eyes on my naked back as I wet the cloth.

"My demon part needs blood to stay alive." Watching him from the mirror, Jaw working as he watches me as well. "It's been three nights since I feed." I gape at him as he takes three steps towards me, three nights ago was possibly when I had that dream.

"I was used to feeding on animals blood, I enjoyed it." He said as he glares down at me, the blue in his eyes almost gone. "But this past few days I can't stand just the smell of it. Ever since I tasted your sweet blood I can't keep down any other blood. And trust me I've tried everything, rabbis, goats, deers, sheep and mountain lions." I stop cleaning myself, unsure what he meant.

"What have you done to me Lyanna?" He asked, his reaches out collecting the cloth from my shaking hands. Moving my hair to one side with his gloves, he begins to wipe down my neck. My moan fills the room. "I can't get the taste of your blood off my tongue, the sweet smell is all I can think of." Biting down on my lips, I wanted to give him my blood. The need to give him whatever he asks for fills me, I want to please him. Make him happy. I wasn't sure why. I waited, impatient for him to ask. But he continued cleaning me, wiping it down to my stomach.

"Silas." My throat clogged as he went down to my lady part. When his name left my lips his hands stopped moving. His cat-like black eyes flew to mine. I cleared the hoarseness from my throat as his fingers caresses the vein in my neck, his other palm around my waist.

"Mine." His breath dancing over my cheek. "We need to get rid of his scent." I felt the grip on my waist tightened, squeezing me and I felt a dip in my chest. "You should only have my scent." He growls. His tongue gazes at my neck, a small gasp left my mouth. I felt his fangs before he bites down. The pain was intense as the first time, but there was no burning this time. His tongue lap licking the overflowing blood, my knees gave out but Silas kept me standing. My head falls back into him, I reach for him needing more. I could feel my blood flowing into his mouth, wetness gatherers between my legs. "Don't stop," I beg, he obeys getting greedy making another hole. My eyes open through the pleasure that fills me, not caring for the red eyes that I met through the mirror.

"My king." I hear the hesitating in Jon's voice as he stood at the door of the tent. Silas's head snaps up, blood falls down my body. Silas snarls at Jon, all the white and blue gone from his eyes. I see fear in Jon's face. Jon leaves the tent immediately, I hear him shouting for no one to dare enter the tent. Turning to face Silas, I should be terrified of him. He looked frightening, dark vein's appeared on his face. My skin hummed and explode with heat. Bringing his face down to my neck, I let him feed on me until I faded out.