My lord my love episode 17

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🌳🥀{ Marrying The Duke }🌳🥀

Written ✍️: Cisca. H.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: DREAMS I

She opened her eyes to see the empty space Arthur had left. She glared around for a while before rubbing her eyes to get a clear view of her environment.

All she could see was a tray of hot sausage placed on the table and a jar of wine beside. A new dress hung beside the bathroom door, she yawned stretching.

She felt a cold stain on the bed. Shifting the blanket aside, her eyes flew wide at what she was staring at.

Her blood… Stained on the bed spread?

She recalled why Arthur had told her last night before she dozed off. “You definitely don’t know how happy I am to be the first man in your life.”

She chuckled at the thought. Quickly she took a knife from the tray, cutting away the blood stained area and throwing it into the furnace. Gathering the blanket together, she dropped it into the basket which was beside the bathroom door.

While she walked to the bathroom, she felt a hot sting between her thighs. Her legs grew so heavy for her to carry. She knew it was an effect of last night incident.

She managed to make it to the bathroom, deepening herself into the warm water Ginny has prepared. Feeling the soft calmness in-between her legs, she took a deep breath, exhaling deeply.

Spending minutes of her time, she went for her new dress.

She sat on one of the couch, eating on her got sausage. She knew she was missing the hot sausage she always had back at Avalon. She was missing everything about home.

She couldn’t believe last night. Last night has been a memorable night, fun and filled with enjoyment. At first she was scared, but after she had him in her, she feels that has been what she had so long wanted.

She has longed to be touched, car-ssed and he just gave them all to her. More of it.

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“Ginny, I am so sorry for what happened the other day. I … I know I should have apologized earlier. I put you in what could have cost your life and your job. ”

” It’s okay, my lady. I am not complaining. I thought maybe you had to make such crazy choice because I wasn’t there for you. Maybe, I haven’t been a good maid to you. But I promise to be there always, all the time. ”

” You’ve been a great maid to me. You have always been there when I needed you the most. I was only being stupid, I thought I was doing the right thing but, I was wrong. I am so happy to have you and Arya beside. You two are the best. ”

” Guess I am missing a lot. ” Arya said from behind.

” Of course not. You just came at the right time. Come here,” she said, spreading her arms wide as she took them into her arms.

She broke the hug, laughing.

“I have something for you, my lady.” Arya said.

“Really?”

“Come on. Come on, or the birds have them first. ”

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Days has passed since they had gotten married.

Itzel keeps seeing the figure in her dreams. Just as it had appeared in reality, clothed in a black coat, so does it appears in her dreams.

She couldn’t tell her husband. Even if she wanted to, he won’t believe. He might end up saying it was only a dream.

Maybe, that’s what she thinks.

Or maybe he might just be right. Maybe, it’s only but a dream.

Yet, will he still believe?

The evening breeze blew to her windows, sending cool shivers to her spine. She held the blanket around her body while she stood beside the window staring down at the city.

Once upon a time she always had a nice good-night sleep but now, she was scared of even having her eyes closed. All the time, the figure keeps appearing.

Itzel sighed heavily, squeezing the blanket more tighter.

She went back to bed, she couldn’t wait for Arthur anymore. He was the only reason she could have her eyes closed.

Nature was calling, and no matter how hærd she forced herself not to sleep, it comes the more.

She covered herself with the blanket, shutting her eyes close. Not quiet long, she felt a weight rest on the bed.

Opening her eyes, she saw Arthur staring admirable at her. Her placed a soft k-ss on her forehead, then on her l-ips, k-ssing her gently.

She giggled.

“You know, we can always do this every night before we go to bed.” He said.

” Mm-hmm.”

” I know I shouldn’t have disturbed you but…I couldn’t hold myself.”

She smiled, k-ssing on his lower l-ips for what took like seconds. “I am not complaining.” She whispered. “Lay beside me. I want to feel your body with mine and leave not until I am awake.”

” Bother not, my love, I will be with you until you awaken.”

She shut her eyes to nature. Arthur watched her beautiful face while she sleeps. Her chest rose in uniform to the air she breathed, her long lashes rested, her l-ips captivated him each time he stares at it.

She was just something that he can’t comprehend. Everything about her looked new to him. But only one thing kept him in thought…

The tattooed mark…

HER DREAM.

The thunder rumbled and the lightening sparked as the sky grew dark.

Itzel found herself in an unknown world filled with darkness and imaginations. Staring at the unfamiliar surrounding, she called for help but there was no response.

“Someone help me! Someone get me out of here!” She cried,yet no one answered. ” Someone please! Anyone, just get me out of here!”

She fell to the ground, ” someone, anyone, please…”

” Please, Yennifer, I beg you…do t do this to me.” She heard a voice say. She got to her feet, heading towards the direction of the voice. ” I will leave his Highess and will never come back. Just please, spare my life.”

” You’ve said this before, yet you persisted on staying back. Fell in love with the man I’m meant to be. Those looks were meant for me and not you. His love was meant for no one but me alone but you wicked witch took that away from me.”

” He loves me…”

” Lies!” She yelled. ” You charmed him towards yourself.”

“And I loved him too. We are meant to be together, and forever. I speak no lie, Yennifer but I can sacrifice my love to you. Let me go far away and never come back, not even for the Prince. I promise.”

” I have heard enough of your pleas, and I will show you no mercy. You deserve to die, Freya, you deserve to…” She stabbed a knife into Freya’s stomach. “Die.”

“Y… Yennifer.” Her eyes flew open in surprise. Her hands grabbing the knife, “What. Have. You. Done?”

“I just did what I could have done a long time ago.”

” W…why d…did…you…you do…it?”

” I have to take back what belongs to me. My love, my man, my heart. ”

” He…he will…never love you, Yennifer. He will…never love you.”

” I’m sorry you won’t have to see it happen. Just go, okay. Leave for damn good!”

She gro-ned, mo-ning painfully.

Yennifer held her cheek tight, “Good-bye, Freya.” She pushed her to the ground. “And never come back. Haha!”

She walked away, filling the atmosphere with her evil laughter.

Freya struggled to keep herself alive while she crawled to a tree for support. She looked at the bleeding area, mo-ning painfully.

The knife had gone through her system and she knew she won’t survive it. So, she casted a spell in an ancient word Itzel couldn’t understand.

Itzel rushed to her dying body, holding her face in her palms. “Can you hear me? Can you see me?” Itzel asked, then did she understood that the lady wasn’t seeing or hearing her.

“Come on! Come on! You have to wake up! Oh, please don’t die. Don’t go, he still needs you. He still needs you.” She cried, moving her body for any response.

That was an imagination… The past… What can she do?

Freya’s eyes slowly closed, after giving off her last breath. Itzel watched as her body gradually faded to the sky, into the thin air.

“Freya…”

Between the grasses, she heard the rattling of the trees sounding like an approaching footsteps. She quickly stood up, dusting her dress as she hide behind the same tree.

It was Yennifer again but this time, she was with some group of men to take Freya’s body only to find out that it was nowhere to be found.

“Better off gone, wench, or I could have had your body burnt to ashes.” She hissed, walking away with the men following suit.

She opened her eyes, taking a deep breath, exhaling deeply.

What could be the reason behind Yennifer stabbing her? Why would she ever do that to Freya?

Itzel found herself crying for Freya’s lost soul. She looked at her husband who was sleeping soundly. Was it all because of him? That Yennifer had Freya killed?

Could that mean… Yennifer would be coming for her too…?

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But there’s only one thing Itzel hasn’t thought of yet… The ancient word Freya had casted before giving up.

To Be Continued…