Captive Bride 2; Daughter of Sparta by Andromeda

Author:Andromeda [Andromeda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: After Hours Publications
Published: 2016-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Announcing his Royal Highness, King Darius of Persia!” the herald called out.

Darius’s black and gold robes swept the floor as he walked into the throne room. His eyes scanned the room, looking at the Spartan nobles who were watching him with critical eyes. He didn’t want to be here; in reality, he had hoped that the Spartans would break the marriage contract and he wouldn’t hear from them for the rest of his life. But his mother had other plans. The only reason he was here was because of her; the only reason that he hadn’t turned tail and left was because of her.

His eyes locked onto Philomena sitting on the throne, and strangely, his heart began to quicken in his chest. She was wearing a golden diadem on her forehead. Green and silver—which he by now had realized were her favorite colors—decorated everything about her. Her dress, her jewelry, her makeup; she looked like a tree nymph, a vision of beauty and grace. However, there was coldness in her emerald-green eyes, a coldness that seemed to be locked onto him.

“King Darius,” she said in a haughty voice. “We had begun to think that you wouldn’t ever come to the kingdom.”

Darius stopped at the foot of the dais and looked at her, an eyebrow arched. He didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter, but her mannerism disturbed him slightly. “Of course we came,” he said back. “How else would we greet our future wife?”

Her lips curved into an unsympathetic smirk. “From the reports that we hear, there is another who acts as your ‘wife’.”

Heat flushed into Darius’s cheeks at what she was implying. He had brought Amani with him, of course, yet he didn’t know what the big deal was. A deep chuckling next to Philomena made him look to a man with dark brown skin and long black hair. Muscles rippled under his oiled skin, his chest bare, the only thing he had on were leather leggings and a heavy sword at his side. Darius didn’t know who he was, yet the way he laughed at what Philomena had said made him wonder if she had a brother he didn’t know of.

“I know not what you mean,” Darius finally said when his silence was becoming rude.

“I highly doubt that,” Philomena scoffed. She stood and held out her hand, the guard at her side took it, tucking it into the crook of his arm. “The servants will show you to your chambers,” she said. “You will have to dine in your chambers; everything is getting ready for the wedding in the morning.”

Darius’s eyes widened. “T…Tomorrow?” he stammered. “I didn’t think…it was to be for another couple of weeks…”

Philomena laughed bitterly. “Oh, I see. Well then, let me inform you that it is to be in the morning. Have a good day, my lord, and welcome to Sparta.”

She swept past him, the scent of her perfume filled his nose, making Darius groan softly. Turning around, he looked at his court that had come with him and saw that they were watching him in shock.

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