Chapter 188
As we’re talking a large number of footfalls can be heard coming down the hallway at a fast walk. They stop in front of the door to this room and the door opens, revealing a man in fancy royal robes and a dozen guards outside.
"Papa, look how cute the puppy is!" Amanda cheers when she sees him, holding me up for him to inspect, shifting my shirt off my left shoulder and making him stop and gasp in horror.
"Mahmoud, what have you done? Amy, put her down this instant." he says in an angry voice, and the younger man just looks confused.
"Don’t be mad at her Papa. We’re going to be the very best of friends" I wink, wrapping my legs around Amanda’s waist when she suddenly lets go of me.
"You stay out of this. I would have never approved this if I knew you belonged to the Black Dragon. What should I do with you now? I can’t send you back and admit I kidnapped one of her Priestesses, we’re already on bad terms." He mutters mostly to himself.
Mahmoud still looks clueless, and his father turns the full Wrath of a Divine Being on him. "What did I tell you? Pick a subject that won’t be missed. You had one simple criteria." the man rages.
"I thought you picked me because you wanted to know what the Titans wanted?" I ask innocently, stirring up more trouble.
"The Titans would risk the Wrath of the Dragon Gods to kill or capture you? Well, isn’t that interesting. Son, do you know what prophecy they were trying to change?"
Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut like he recommended.
"I don’t know, I wanted to study her and find out. If they’re attacking a mortal realm like that she must do something important in the future." He explains.
"Fine, I will cover this up for now. Do your study and find out what the Titans wanted with a Mortal Priestess of the Death God. In the meantime, hide her mark and send her to the arena where she will be safe and secure, you can’t just keep something that dangerous in your room, even if you are the Crown Prince."
The father, who I assume must be the Nephilim King, if his son is Crown Prince, snaps his fingers and I’m grabbed by the guards, my cuffs locked together with what feels like divine energy into an uncomfortable hogtie that is used like a handle to carry me across the palace in to what looks like a dungeon.