Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 306: Motionless

Fiona hadn’t stepped out of her room in days, and neither was she eating, but regardless, the servants kept on bringing more dishes to her.

Almost like they would somehow be enough to entice her to take a spoon.

Most importantly, Fervor only allowed a few specific servants to attend while the others were kept at an arm’s length.

Fiona, on the other hand, sometimes didn’t even lie on the bed and chose to lie on the floor, staring at the windows of the room, which had been heavily locked and boarded.

Enough that even with her strength, she wouldn’t be able to pry the locks open before the guards instantly came bursting right in.

Her eyes were shut closed as she lifelessly lay on the ground, staring at the white ceiling.

Everything sharp, including the plates and cutlery brought to her, were made of the softest material, especially after the failed attempt she had made on her own life.

And it was clear that although she was allowed to leave the room, she might as well have been a prisoner in her own body.

Fiona was still lying on the ground, not having even bothered to take her bath or care for her body, considering the nasty scars she was covered in, when she suddenly heard the sound of the door followed by footsteps.

She was just about to open her mouth and mumble for the food to be placed on the table like usual, only to pause.

Scrunching her face together in annoyance as she noticed the softness of the steps against the ground—shoes that definitely sounded more expensive than the ones servants would wear.

Sniffing the air a bit, only for a huge frown to appear on her face even with her eyes closed, as she did her best to stifle the groan of annoyance in her throat the second she realized who it was that had just entered and shut the door after him. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Fervor.

He came often and spoke, and Fiona never once pretended to listen as she continued to lifelessly lay wherever she was when he met her.

Still, recently, he had been acting in ways that both annoyed her and grated on her nerves, as he increased the frequency with which new meals were made and brought to her room, going as far as to order that the meals be left there and another brought after each hour.

If there was anyone else Fiona was pissed at apart from herself, it was Fervor, whom she hated with her every being.

If William had still been alive, she would have hated him too, but him being dead only made her remember all the happy moments they shared together, which only pissed her off even more.

’I had everything! Now... I’m nothing!’ She thought to herself, squeezing her eyes shut tighter as she waited and counted down the seconds until Fervor had to leave.

Only to listen as the steps got closer and closer to her, even as she did her absolute best to pretend like they didn’t exist.

A few tense moments of silence passed, even as Fiona held her breath, waiting for Fervor to stare at her like he usually did for a few minutes before turning around to leave.

But soon, even the silence became exceedingly loud when, even after a few minutes had passed, she could still feel him standing, hovering over her.

It didn’t help that she soon after heard the scraping of a chair against the ground just before she heard him sit down.

Resisting the urge to let out a loud sigh of annoyance, she continued to lie on the ground with her eyes tightly closed, refusing to give in until she heard him open his mouth to speak.

"Are you going to continue to pretend to be dead, or are you going to get up?" A low, deep, and extremely cold voice echoed through the room, but Fiona didn’t so much as move a muscle.

As she lifelessly lay on the ground, not caring about anything he said or did as long as he left her alone to die.

"You stink!! Are you aware of that?" His words might as well have been a blade as they seemed to pierce right through her soul.

Taking care of herself and her body had been the one thing she painstakingly took care of, but now she couldn’t even stand to see herself in the mirror without feeling the urge to burst into tears.

His words hurt enough to almost bring tears to her eyes, but regardless, she simply continued to lie on the ground without a care.

"You might have put this out of your mind, but allow me to jog your memory!" He continued speaking words that Fiona would rather have blocked out with her hands against her ears, but she simply settled for pretending to be fast asleep instead.

"Every Werewolf Lord thinks that you’re carrying William’s child—something you’re obviously not carrying!" His words stabbed deeper with every syllable, but Fiona simply heard him continue to speak in the same arrogant and grating tone that said he couldn’t even care if the entire world around him crumbled into dust.

"If they find out that the baby no longer exists, are you aware of what they would do to get control of this territory?"

"It doesn’t help that William had no immediate or distant relative that could take over from him."

Fiona heard him continue to speak, but even as she lay there, she simply allowed the words to wash over her, almost like they meant absolutely nothing to her—because at that moment, they didn’t.

All Fiona felt was an intense amount of tiredness that made her want to never open her eyes ever again. So much so that breathing, or doing anything like lifting a finger, took considerable strength for her to pull off.

Somehow, Fervor’s words only served to grate on her already frayed nerves, as it took all she had not to jerk up and lash out in anger at him.

Biting down on her lips as tears filled her eyes, Fiona continued to pretend to be gone, intent on not allowing anything—including Fervor’s words—to change her resolve.