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Worth Fighting For ch 7

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It was moments after Arcane returned to her home that was under new rule. Her father was dead, everyone of the guards was dead, and only some shopkeeps remained, but scarred and terrified. The young woman went to her room to see if anything had changed since it was the only place she could go without being watched. When she opened the door, she took a deep sigh.

Her things and dresses were thrown everywhere and bed was in tears as if someone just wanted to create chaos. The young woman fought the tears and knew she had to be strong. Her home needed her.

The sound of footsteps nearing her, made her turn around and found a guard in the usual black armour, standing at her doorway. "My Lord wanted me to bring news of your wedding."

"Wedding?" She asked softly, confused.

"Of course. He wants to marry you in five days aproximately."

Anger burned in her heart. "I'll never marry him. Do you hear me? Never!"

She could feel the guard's smirk under his black helmet. "He knew you would say that. He knows where your slave elf is and wouldn't mind at all to pay him a visit."

Arcane looked away with heartache. She knew Ryvren would rather die as a soldier than as a slave. Also, she could not bear with the thought that he was killed becuase of her. "Fine," she said as she turned back at the gaurd. "I'll marry your Lord. But do not think that I'll ever love him. I'll hate him till the end of my life."

He gave a curt nod of the head, then turned back to the stairs and disappeared.

                                        ~ ~ ~

All Arcane could do was fix up her room and write in a journey that she found that was half-empty and began to write.

Today I returned home after searching for my beloved elf, to the city of Eogan under a new rule of a ruthless leader named Malgrith. I am to wed him in five days or he'll find my love and kill him. I could not bear if something so awful befell Ryvren because of a selfish decision. Before and after this wedding, I want to let anyone know who reads this diary, I will forever hate this monster. He murdered my father and destroyed other cities. He-

There was a knock on the door that made her close her diary and placed her pen back on the table that she was sitting at, still dressed in her armour. "Come in."

The door slowly opened to the long haired menace, who stepped inside and closed the door. "So," he said as he placed his hands behind his back. "My future bride." A smile slowly formed. "How glorious that day would be."

Arcane stood up and faced him with calm anger. "I'll forever hate you, dear future husband," she hissed venomously.

Malgrith gave a light chuckle with amusment as he walked up to her. "Please, Arcane. You'll grow to love me. You're young, beautiful, and will make a fine mother."

"Mother?" She cried.

He looked at her. "Of course I want my wife to bear a couple of children for me. Who else would rule after I'm gone." He tilted his head to the side. "Were you going to plan having children with that pathetic elf?"

Arcane was stumped. She that she could not have kids if she married Ryvren. They were two different races, but similar. They were thinking of adopting if they could, but that might not happen.

"I knew it." His words broke into her thoughts like acid as he walked up to her and placed a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him. "A woman's gifts," he whispered in her ear huskily, "must be... used."

The woman shoved him away and growled, "I'll never let you touch me. Even if I do marry you, you'll never touch me, let alone you bedding me. I'll never bear your poisoned offspring." Anger began to rage. "You hear me? Never!"

Malgrith growled angrily. "Say what you will. You will be mine." With that, he stormed out the room and slammed the door.

The young woman just stood there, puzzled. She'd rather die than having that filth touch her as long Ryvren was alive. But the elf was not free. No. He was still a slave and probably die a slave.

A tear ran down her cheek as she sadly smiled. She went back to her journel and began to turn to an empty page with heartache and lost love burning into her soul. She picked up the quill and began to write:

We'll meet in the next life, my beloved elf. I will always love you.
Everything and everyone belongs to me.
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