Aiden rushed through the castle. His stomach still felt curdled with the rancid stench of the Ordakais' breath. They had breathed hot and heavy in his face and the mere sight of them had made him tremble. Had they free will, they would have been much more terrifying than the Moriors, simply for their likeness to children. He reached the doors to his chambers and smiled as he entered.
She was curled up on the floor in the far corner of the room. He had no interest in having to travel back out among the humans every time he wanted her in his presence.
The room was dimly lit. He walked over to her and leaned down to see if she was asleep. He could tell by her breathing that she was. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her to her feet. Slamming her hard against the wall, he began to laugh.
"You seem quite cold. Such a shame that you cannot go of your own accord and put on a cloak." He mocked her, making his body falsely tremble as he gripped his fingers around her arm, bearing down hard into her flesh. "I'm proud of you for pointing out such a foul being. That girl had no business being here. If it weren't for you, she might have lived. You have served me well, wife." He thought it humorous that perhaps she'd at one time had ridiculous notions of a real marriage. Humans were such pathetic creatures.
As he released her arm and left her standing against the wall, he took long strides, dramatically, around the room. "I will tell you this, you should be incredibly grateful to me. I've now saved your life on two occasions. Had you not been chosen as my beautiful bride, had you not been specially picked for me, then you would be dead along with the rest of those who were taken from your village." He rushed upon her and ran his hands up her bare thighs, then higher. He could just imagine the repulsion that screamed inside of her.
Laughing, he reached around her neck and loosened the ties that held the bare sheath she wore and it slipped to the floor. "I'm really not in the mood for company tonight, but seeing that you are already here and so eager for my advances, I suppose I cannot deny you such things." He took her again by the arms and threw her to the bed, then leaned down over her.
"What are you thinking in there?" Sara didn't respond, which infuriated him. "Answer me!"
Her eyes welled with tears and he sat up, horrified. He reached a hand back and brought it hard against her face. "You will not display such sentiments in my presence. Do you understand me?" Upon her subsequent lack of an answer, he grabbed her chin in his hand and shook her. "Did you not hear me?"
"Yes, my Lord," she whispered.
He sighed and said under his breath, "To you, I am no mere Lord. I am a God, and this night, you are blessed to worship me." He started to unbuckle his belt and saw something flash in her eyes. For a brief moment he thought he might have recognized it as anger, when he thought twice, and realized that it couldn't have been. He must be imagining things.
When he was finished, he stepped back off of the bed and stretched. He pointed toward the corner where she'd been when he had returned. "Out of my bed. You disgust me." She rose, the discomfort in her leg obvious. As she started to struggle, he reached over and pulled hard on her shoulder, hurling her away from him. "Stand against the wall." He walked over toward a basin of water that sat beside a large wardrobe, chilled from the air. The night had grown cold, and Sara's body reacted violently to the now-frigid temperature.
Grabbing the basin in his hands, he walked to where she stood against the wall. He forcefully splashed it over her, drenching her face and body. She choked, coughing uncontrollably as her body tried to clear her throat of the water. "You will relent, this ridiculous hold you have on your emotions, and we will continue this every waking hour until you do!"
He leaned over and pulled his clothes from the floor where he'd thrown them. He pulled his pants back on, then walked over to the light and blew out the flame, blanketing the room in darkness. He slid back into his bed, grinning.
"Daughter of man, you will be broken. Just like a horse, you will learn who your master is and will come to love me. Do not doubt this. You and I have a long life ahead of us and you have many sons to bear." He closed his eyes, welcoming sleep. "Many sons."