The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 416: Bride Of The Darkling Prince

Falka’s golden eyes narrowed at them, darting from Rama’s face to Ares’s for an explanation, one they weren’t ready to deliver, not until Rama blurted it out.

"What do you mean by mate?" Falka questioned, her eyes screening through the entire table, but immediately they fell on both Ari and Vlad, they looked away quickly.

"Every demon has a mate they are soul bound to, we’re not entirely certain about the theory but you might be mine." Ares finally spoke. His tone was nonchalant, as if he had not just told her a shocking news that she might be soul bound to him.

Falka was no longer left in the dark after gaining knowledge of the truth, but as she processed his words in her head, her stomach churned with unease knowing she might as well never be able to escape the pulling force towards him.

Falka soon realized the futility of her efforts to avoid him and get rid of the perceptible connection between them, after all, there was a slight possibility that they could be mates.

"Is that why you came to East Ravka? For..me?" Falka’s voice was lowered to a whisper as she breathed out the last words.

"Yes."

A heavy silence hung in the vicinity and her eyes sparkled with an unfathomable emotion. The thought of a stranger risking his life to rescue her from certain doom made her heart clench with a bittersweet reality.

One, she might fully succumb to the growing bond between them and secondly, she feared she might forget the pain of betrayal and weakness, leaving her to become vulnerable to her weak emotions.

"Excuse me." Falka said as she rose from her chair. Without caring for a reply or looking back, she walked away.

Ares, without wasting a second, went after her while they watched the scene unfolding before them.

Falka needed space, space to breathe and process the unnerving change. Falka had always known there was a weird sensation when she was around Ares, she could feel it like a charge against her fingertips, but she pushed it aside as mere foreign feelings she had yet to explore.

Never had Falka imagined it would turn out to be an inevitable term. Mates. She was the mate of the demon prince or she could possibly be. Whichever way it went, it still rang the same to her.

Falka was not oblivious to the mating term. Everyone inhabiting the supernatural realm understood what it meant and it meant to be eternally bound to another being by forces beyond logical reasoning.

Falka needed fresh air to think things through. Thankfully, the council members were gone, and she was free, but was there a limit to her freedom? Especially being trapped in a world where only darkness reigned supreme.

With quick steps, Falka walked through the halls where she came across a few red-eyed beings, all fixated on her, the darkling prince’s bride or perhaps, mate.

Excusing herself out of their sight, she moved quickly to the exit of the castle. Falka wanted to be alone for a moment, away from the hushed whispers of the castle and haunting red gazes boring into her.

Falka found her way to the forest close to the castle, where she had encountered Ares for the second time. Taking a deep breath, she leaned against the rough bark of a tree and closed her eyes while the soft breeze blew on her.

"Is it starting to become your favourite place too?" A familiar velvet voice resonated from the side.

With a soft gasp, she shot her eyes open, only to meet Ares standing in front of her.

"Don’t look so surprised, I’m your..husband, I should be watching after you, especially after that event you pulled this morning. The council are going to be skeptical about our alliance and your safety may be jeopardized." Ares noted out and she pursed her lips in guilt.

"I-I didn’t mean to. I get angry, but my powers were never provoked." Falka said defensively as she looked away, rubbing her arms.

"We managed to persuade them it was an accident, technically my father manipulated them." Ares said blatantly.

Falka stole a short glance at him before saying "Why are you here? I wanted to be alone for a moment."

Ares stayed silent for a second, keenly observing her mood. She seemed rather fearful and uncertain, but mostly fearful, but he could understand her fear of not wanting to succumb to her weakness and anything that might elicit it.

"You seemed confused earlier, I needed to set things straight." Ares said.

"They are a lot of things to set straight. Are your parents also bonded?" Falka questioned, curiosity gleaming in her sun-kissed eyes.

"Yes, although their story had quite a rough start." Ares said.

"It seems so, your mother told me that he married her by force. I could only think he was that obsessive." Falka said.

"They both are." Ares remarked.

"But this story goes beyond the both of them, they are a lot of stories to be connected, so many sacrifices made." Falka muttered, her voice floating in a smattering whisper.

"And a family was built." Ares said.

"At the cost of others happiness, blood and sacrifices. I can feel strong emotions emanating from others. Both Zoya and Lord Zamiel have won but lost, it’s bittersweet. Nostalgic but agonizing. They both lost their mates, didn’t they?" Falka implied, her golden orbs reflecting the pain she felt.

"Yes, it’s unfair but we can’t expect life to be. It’s only nature." Ares stated.

"It could be either of us next, someone’s mate would be lost and we may just be repeating history again." Falka muttered under her breath.

"We can’t prevent bad things from happening, they always happen." Ares said.

Falka sighed, knowing he was right.

"You weren’t certain if I was your mate, yet you walked into certain death for someone you barely knew." Falka remarked, her eyes searching for answers.

"I knew who I was walking into certain death for." Ares said, his tone unwavering and certain.

Their eyes locked for a moment and Falka’s breath caught in her throat as the tension in the air rose, but then she averted her gaze erratically as she looked down at her clutched fingers.

"Right, but you weren’t so certain still, it was reckless and dangerous." Falka blurted out.

"It was worth the danger, you’re here now, aren’t you?" Ares remarked.

"I feel like the danger." Falka whispered under her breath, uncertain of whether to reveal her troubles to him or not.

Falka needed someone to confide in about her struggles between the force of darkness and light, was there even any light in her? She wasn’t so sure anymore, not when she reveled in the dangers and chaos she brought.

Perhaps it was because of the bond they shared, but she felt as if she could confide in him about anything, as if she had known him since forever.

"They made you feel that way, that you’re a danger to yourself and others, so you feel that way, but you’re not, not unless they make you." Ares spoke.

"But...sometimes I catch myself reveling in the darkness, no matter how little the destruction was, I imagined creating a bigger one. Chaos." Falka confessed, yet there was no pang of guilt, only anticipation.

Ares fell silent for a second, but there was no look of displeasure on his face whatsoever "The feeling is mutual. We were born of the darkness so it’s almost impossible to resist. You finally feel free and unstoppable when you tap into it, unlike when you have to suppress it, it feels suffocating until it’s being released." Ares said, slightly hesitant as the words rolled off but for the first time, he was finally able to reveal his true feelings without givent the judgemental or wary look.

"It must be difficult, but your father seemed to resist it." Falka mentioned.

Ares scoffed "Is that what you truly think? He’s still as much of a monster as he’s always been. He just keeps it at bay because of my mother, but still, he lets it out once in a while."

"At least, he won’t generate any chaos and he can control his demons because he’s learned to, but I on the other hand feel almost uncontrollable. It’s a relief I don’t know how to wield my powers or else I don’t know what I would have done." Falka sighed in exasperation.

"We’ll help you control them, you shouldn’t worry." Ares promised, his hand subconsciously holding hers. The sudden contact of his warm skin against hers made her gasp, her face reddened as a blush formed over her heated cheeks.

Ares coughed awkwardly as he removed his hand from hers and for a moment, they sat in silence, but the silence wasn’t unnerving or awkward, rather it was comfortable and peaceful.

Falka suddenly broke the silence "I forgot Ari had to train me today and I also need to have tea with your mother."

Ares’s brows raised up "Tea?"

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