21. Killian's hatred

Draco pov She helped me again. And on top of that, she thanked me for carrying her? She didn’t have to. But still, she did. I hastened to enter the kitchen because I knew the rest of the royals would soon arrive at the dining room. I didn’t want to stay there beside the princess when they came. That would have been awkward. Even Killian had misunderstood the reason I was there and made a huge fuss. At least the princess had healed me. I wouldn’t have to worry about a broken nose now. But the way she looked into my eyes as she healed me lingered in my mind. Why was she looking at me like that? Of course, she was an exceptionally attractive young girl. And anyone would fall for her charm. But I had prevented myself from having any kind of ill thoughts about her.  She was my master and I was nothing but a slave. A weak humans while they were powerful wizards who possessed great powers. They could do wonders with magic but I? I am nothing. I am just a mere human, who got lost in this strange world.  Hence, she was way out of my league. Moreover, she was betrothed to Killian. Which only meant she was taken, though I believed that she deserved better than the devil’s incarnation. She deserved the best.  A feeling of concern filled my heart. What would happen to her if she ended up tying the knot with him? I am sure that Killian wouldn’t make her life easy. He would make her life a living hell. All this time, I had been learning the art of swordsmanship partly because I was compelled to. But I also had a hidden desire to learn sword fighting since childhood. For me, it was a dream come true. And in addition to that, I hoped that I would be able to find a way out of this bizarre world after I master this talent.  However, a desire to protect the princess from any evil doings of the maniac named Killian started to invade my heart. She didn’t deserve it. Even the king didn’t deserve it. The kingdom he had worked so hard to build and protect must be shielded at all costs from the evildoers. He most certainly deserved that much. He and his kind-hearted daughter were the reason why I was saved several times. His family were the only people who didn’t treat me like a piece of trash since the beginning.  So I felt that I needed to at least return that favour. Neither they nor this kingdom deserved to be destroyed by Killian or any other evil forces. Maybe I should do what I can. As my mom said, there must be a reason for everything. Maybe there was a reason for me to get lost in this world of magic. Gah! I groaned internally.  What was I thinking? Who am I kidding? I am just a human with no power. If they start to throw magical bullets to kill me all I could do would be to stare until it hits and finishes me off. Then how in the world was I going to help these powerful brings. I could only wish that I could even help myself.  I sat down on the stool on the side of the kitchen, waiting for them to finish having their food. Meanwhile, I also put some food on a plate to have my dinner while they ate so that I could go back to my room and get some rest as soon as possible. While I nibbled on my food, my thoughts went back to the incident that had happened in the dining room. Killian was furious. But why did the princess say that he tried to force himself on her? Does that mean that he....... I knew that Killian could be a bastard but was he that stupid and idiotic to try a stunt like that? Well, from what she had said it sure seemed that she had it under control. She wasn’t hurt and that was badass. She sure was fit to be a princess and the heir to the throne.  Shaking my head, I tried to finish my food so that I could attend to the dining area to assist the other workers to clean up.  *** Killian pov How dare she take his side! That was embarrassing. She had shunned me in front of a good for nothing human! And that too after rejecting me today in her room. Why wouldn’t she just give in to me? She was to be my bride this year anyway.  It was a good thing that our dads had made that pact. They were best friends and when we were born, they thought it would be best for us to wed and rule this place side by side. Well, to tell the truth, I had tried to ask her out and make her interested in me in the past. When I turned seventeen, my dad kind of suggested that I try to date her. Little did I know that it was because of a promise that they had made to each other.  But honestly, I didn’t have any complaints against it. I mean, she was sixteen by then and was rapidly growing into an attractive young girl. In addition to that, she was the princess, which meant that whoever married her would be king. More reasons for me to try and woo her. But all my tries to ask her out were ignored. Whenever I attempted to speak with her in private, she would either pretend that she was busy or she would just act as if I didn’t exist until she was about to turn eighteen.  She had dodged my attempts for more than a year. However, she finally started to talk to me when my father became terminally ill. He died a few weeks before she turned eighteen and it broke our hearts. But then during his funeral, our king remembered the promise he had made. The promise that we were unaware of. He was determined to fulfil it and he made his daughter agree to dating me and being my fiancé.  That had begun our ‘relationship’ and given me some kind of relief after being heartbroken by dad’s death. Ever since then, I had always tried to please her and be on their good side and all this time, I was thinking that she was fine with me. But today, when she called me an emotionless person and compared to that filthy human saying that he had a beautiful heart, I knew that she felt practically nothing for me.  She most probably detested me. And perhaps she was struggling and trying to find a way to get rid of me. Oh no. I will not let that happen.  The real reason that I wanted to date the princess was that I wanted to be the king. I wanted to have power. Her being a charming, ethereal beauty was just the cherry on the top. I had always thought that women were weaker than men. Even among our kind. I had thought that they had no choice but to give in to their fiancé or husband when it came to s*x. But this woman was a prick. She would even let me kiss her.  If she doesn’t give me what I want, I most certainly will take it by force. But not yet. I don’t want to get into trouble for violating the princess. I better plan something.  I stood up from the dining table to retreat to my room so that I could properly think about this. I couldn’t think straight around these people.  “Leaving so soon Lord Killian?”  The queen addressed me formally when I got up from my seat. I glanced sideways at Sasha, the one who was supposed to be marrying me soon. But as usual, she was avoiding making eye contact with me.  “Yes. Your majesty. I don’t feel well. I think I would like to retreat to my room and try to rest.” I told them. “Ok. If you need anything make sure you inform the guards at your door. I hope it is nothing serious.” She replied, permitting me to leave.  I bowed down and took quick steps away from them, a feeling of distaste creeping into my heart. I never really liked them. But they were okay I guess. However, now, I feel I need to do something to get what I’ve been having my eyes on, in the first place. The throne.  I stomped to the floor where my room was located and slammed the door shut. Ever since Volga was dismissed from the palace, there weren't many people who I could trust. Volga was one of a kind. His hate for humans made it easy for me to work with him. He had killed several humans who got trapped in our world in the past with his brutality and I had gracefully covered for him. But this human had managed to get away with it all. Even Sasha and her father seem to have a soft spot for him especially after he found Lord Tristan’s treasure.  Bah! I wish I had found it. Then he would favour me and not that weakling. But what was I going to do now? If the only Volga was here....... Maybe I should try to find out where he had gone. Maybe we can brainstorm together and come up with a plan. Yeah. I better do that. I started to rummage through the old books my father used to own. He used to have a book with special spells. Ones we usually don’t use. Ancient spells which are long forgotten.  It took me an awful lot of time to finally find it under a pile of books which I had chosen to ignore. Wiping away the dust on its aged, hardcover, I took it to my study table. I was positive that I would find something in this ancient book of spells.  I carefully flipped through the yellow pages of the book, which was old enough to tear if it was not handled with care until I caught the attention of a title written in bold, ancient letters. FINDING THE WHEREABOUTS OF SOMEONE I smirked. This is it. But why does this have so many subheadings and versions? I thought as I flipped through the pages. Ugh. This was going to take the whole day. This spell has so many versions of it and if I have to use the perfect one, I will have to study each one of them thoroughly and evaluate which one suits this situation the most.