Silas POV
How was I supposed to speak to her when she wouldn’t even give me a chance to talk to her, always hiding away from me, and they help her. Never leaving her alone, one of them is always with her and every time I have even come close to her door I am told to leave.
She looked good, though I could tell she was getting weaker, our child taking her energy the bigger it grows. I had just come in with Dakari after fixing the old school. When I notice her, it was the first time I had seen her leave the confines of her room. I could feel her panic when she saw me enter making my stomach twist painfully.
“Don’t Silas” I hear Matitus mutter under his breath to low for her to pick up even with her heightened hearing I could tell she never heard his words.
I ignore him continuing to walk toward them hoping she would at least let me apologise, she looked beautiful she always does, even when I first met her, scrawny and broken she still looked beautiful. My eyes going to her bump which was well rounded and huge and looked heavy on her petite frame. I step forward wanting to touch her when she steps back.
I haven’t seen her face in a month and yet she still denies me, it hurt but also pissed me off. I clench my teeth to resist from snapping at her.
“You look good” I tell her truthfully, she steps away going to Dragus who was watching me carefully, out of both Matitus and Dragus he barely speaks to me unless it is to warn me away from her, his anger towards me the strongest. Turning back to her I go to beg her to at least let me talk to her.
“Elora” I call to her and she turns facing me, yet the anger in her eyes and through the bond makes me stop.
“Save it Silas I don’t want to hear it, just leave please” She says turning away. I look to Matitus hoping he might step in, but he just nods toward the door wanting me to do what she said. I bite my tongue holding back the words I want to scream at them. She was my mate too, carrying my child as well, it wasn’t just their baby that was safely tucked in her womb.
I stalk off a growl escaping me that I hope she didn’t hear, the horse Pluto was brushing becoming spooked in its stall.
“Sorry” I mutter to him as he calms it down. He nods but says nothing as I walk out shifting to get away from her.
3 days Later
Another sleepless night, another night with out them. Matitus walking in getting changed before he heads back down to her.
“Why won’t she sleep up here, you three not getting sleep is giving me none” I complain.
“Because she knows you will be in and out of the room, if she is here” Matitus answers.
“I’m not going to do anything, she would be more comfortable in our bed, you and Dragus can’t keep taking turns sleeping on that chair all the time, you can’t tell me you are comfortable” I tell him.
He shrugs not caring what I have to say. I toss the blanket off hopping out of bed before walking toward the walk in, he walks out and I grab his wrist. His eyes darting to mine.
“Please just let me see her, let me apologise or something” I beg him, his hand going to my face and I lean into his touch loving the warmth of his skin.
“You hurt her, and honestly I don’t think she will forgive you this time. You blew it Silas” He says before letting go and stepping past me.
“What about you though, do you forgive me?” I ask. He stops, his hand on the door.
“I’m not the one who has to Silas,” He says walking out the door. I chuck some clothes on before walking downstairs and to the kitchens to make coffee. The cooks have become used to me helping myself in here now, I was rarely home at dinner now and always left before breakfast. They had steadily got used to me coming and going, no longer running for the door when I enter.
Peter the young boy that works in the stables mostly, walks in.
“Morning” He says looking in the fridge.
“Milk is over here” I tell him passing it to him. He was a good kid, quiet but never been a problem and I actually enjoyed his company when he was around, always so inquisitive.
“Can you pass me the tea bags down?” He asks looking above my head. I grab them off the shelf handing them to him.
“Why are you so nervous this morning?” I ask him. He looks up before looking at the door.
“Storms coming need to prepare the horses” he says.
“Want a hand?” I ask him and he looks up.
“If you’re not too busy my lord” he says looking back down pouring the water in his cup.
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