Xavier took Morgana down to the dungeon, which was going to be her home until he felt like releasing her.
"Open it," Xavier ordered the guard who normally watched the prisoners.
Morgana was on the verge of tears. She was the princess of the kingdom, not some peasant to be thrown into a cell. "When Darius hears of this, he will not rest until I am free."
"If he hears about this," Xavier corrected Morgana. "He can’t interfere with me imprisoning you. You shifted as my wife and went where you did not belong. I don’t have time for your games," he said, pushing Morgana into the cell.
Morgana slipped on something wet on the floor and fell, dirtying her dress. She was afraid to look down to see what now covered her dress and hand. "Please," she looked up at Xavier. "I won’t do this again."
"I know you won’t. I will make sure of it," Xavier replied.
The best way for him to ensure this wouldn’t be repeated was to keep her here. He would like to kill her, but Morgana might come in handy later on.
"Lord Blackthorn."
Xavier glanced to the right at the guard behind him. "Gather the servants. Bring anyone who tries to run here."
"You won’t find them, and you’re going to get yourself locked away in the palace by keeping me here. I already told my brother what my plan was. This will be the first place he looks. Let me go, and I won’t say anything," Morgana promised.
Xavier wasn’t interested in her offer. "I know you, Morgana. You’re going to return to the palace and come up with a new plan to find your way to my side. I want to avoid that."
"Why?" Morgana asked, seeking answers. "Why didn’t you pick me? I loved you, and I have known you longer. I would have done anything to help you against Darius, but you chose the woman who is hated by our kind. Why?"
"I don’t need to explain why I picked her. Be kind to the princess by cleaning out her new home," Xavier said, taking a few steps back so he wouldn’t be in the way.
Morgana frowned, confused as to how they were going to clean it when she was already inside, but then she saw the guards coming toward her with buckets. "No!" She panicked, turning to Xavier for help. "Don’t do this to me."
Seeing that Xavier wouldn’t help her, Morgana backed away from the iron bars, but the cold water thrown to clean the cell still reached her.
"You’re dramatic, Morgana. We both know you won’t catch a cold," said Xavier.
It wasn’t the coldness of the water which concerned Morgana but rather the blood she noticed running out of the cell. Xavier had thrown her where someone bled out, and he did not clean it up.
The scent of blood was everywhere, but she had hoped it wasn’t blood she fell on.
Her plan was so simple that she believed it couldn’t fail. It had started so well for her, with Selene being away from the room and Xavier returning in a tired state. freёwebnovel.com
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