Call Of The Dark

"Naomi!" Olya shot back. "How can you even think like that? Lord Lazarus and Emma are mates. How can I get in between them?"

Naomi shook her head. "Olya, you are too young to understand the dynamics of the palace. You don't know how things work." Then she glanced around as if to see if there was anyone around. She lowered her voice and said, "I have heard that Lord Lazarus hasn't marked Emma yet. That means that even though she is his mate, he is actually not interested in her. Do you see what is happening? He doesn't want her to be his wife."

"Gods above! Naomi you are just being bitchy!" Olya retorted. She got up from there and went to the window to take a deep breath in. She hated her sister's shenanigans. She hated how she looked at the world. Why was everyone so twisted to achieve their goals? And why were the goals so twisted? Why couldn't people have the right vision?

Naomi too got up and walked to Olya. She placed her hand on her shoulders and said, "Olya, trust me. You can't have anything better than this in your life. Even if Lazarus is Emma's mate, it's not that he is going to ignore you. He will have to have babies with you in order to--"

Olya turned sharply and retorted, "Naomi!" She walked away from her loathing the very idea of having babies with Lazarus. "I don't want to talk about it!"

"Okay!" Naomi raised her hands up. She was tired of making Olya understand that she now played a very important role in the dynamics of Wilyra. "I won't talk about it anymore, but I won't be able to do anything if King Viktor passes his order about you marrying Lord Lazarus. And trust me I am not going to go against his order because that would be counted as treason!"

Olya's anger turned into pure anguish. She broke down. She ran to her bed with a cry and crashed on it. "This is madness," she cried as her shoulders wracked with cries. "This is madness."

Just then Magnus entered the room. His gaze went to Olya and his heart twisted. He glared at Naomi and clenched his jaw. He wanted to go to Olya, lift her up and his arms and rock her gently to soothe her, but he ended up clenching his fists. "Why is she crying?" he asked Naomi.

Naomi bowed to him. "Lord Magnus, she is a child. She doesn't understand what I am saying and so she is crying. But don't worry she will be absolutely fine in a day or two. Now that I have come, I am going to ensure that she sees things clearly. Fate has planned something very big for her but she is too innocent." She smiled at him again as if she had stars in her eyes.

"Lord Lazarus is calling you along with Lord Cain," Magnus informed her.

"Oh!" Naomi was surprised. She glanced at Olya and then at Magnus. She said, "Could you please stay here for some time. She is pretty depressed at the moment?"

"Yes," Magnus replied through his teeth.

"Thank you, Lord Magnus. I will return shortly." Saying that Naomi rushed out of Olya's room and then hurried to Lazarus's bedchamber.

"Olya!" Magnus said as he rushed to her.

"Lord Magnus!" she cried. He picked her up in his arms and cradled her in his lap, curling his arms around her, rocking her gently. "I don't want to marry Lord Lazarus. If the king forces me, I will give up my life!"

"Hush!" he said and placed his finger on her mouth. "You are not going to do that. We will find a way, okay."

She nodded through her tears and rested her face on his chest. He tightened his arms around her and kissed her head. "I won't let this happen," he murmured. "Never."

Naomi reached her room and found Cain sleeping. She woke him up. "Get up, Cain," she snapped at him. "Lord Lazarus wants to see us both. Now!"

Cain rubbed his eyes and got up, feeling extremely irritated. "I am too tired, Naomi. Why don't you go along? I will join later." He flopped back on the bed.

"No! What do you mean? Lord Lazarus is the heir to the throne. How can you simply disregard his order?" She moved his shoulder roughly. "Get up and get ready!"

Cain mumbled curses and somehow got up. Without taking a bath, he managed to wear a formal dress and along with Naomi made his way to Lazarus's room. "I swear if it weren't for the royals, our life would have been so much easier!" he muttered.

When they reached Lazarus's chamber, the guard announced them. He opened the door for them to go in. As soon as they stepped in, they saw Lazarus who was sitting on the bed with the buttons of his tunic open and the belt of his pants was loose. His hair was tousled and there were pick marks on his neck and chest--more like love bites. In his hands were panties that he was playing with. Naomi was aghast. Even if she wanted to protest, she stifled her words. This was too much.

Cain and Naomi bowed to him. Lazarus looked at the adjoining door. He picked up the panties in his hand and inhaled its scent. Then he got up, his tunic loosely hanging on his shoulders, showing his broad chest. He tightened his where the outline of his semi-soft erection was still showing. His lips curled up. He walked to the bar and asked Lord Cain, "Would you like to have some wine?"

"Yes, sure," said Cain calmly. He knew that it was a normal scene in the royal households.

Lazarus prepared two drinks and handed one to Cain. "Please be seated," he said, waving at the couch at the opposite end.

When they were seated, Lazarus said something to them that was highly unexpected.