3.4

[Warning: Smut]

"Princess Helene," a young boy whined at the door, whilst a tall, Amazonian-looking woman walked right up to me at the balcony doors. 

"Good morning," I enunciated slowly in English, hoping she spoke it also.

The look on her face made me wish I'd welcome the morning in the same oblivious state I had ended the previous day.

"What witchcraft did you use to trick my brother into making you his mate?"She spoke in English whilst her eyes narrowed at the black mark of a snake on my pale, almost translucent skin.

I shrugged, "ask him? I'm also unwilling okay!"

I was not lying, he'd practically dragged me home to be his bride like the dumb neanderthal he was.

What right did she have to be so angry at me?

She scoffed, then turned to storm out of the room.