Cazrina of the Polar: Mila #1 (special preview)

A bed is brought for me later that evening along with a meager dinner and water. I give most of my food to Emmeline, who needs it for her baby. I am happy to sup on water and crusts as long as she is protected. 

I am there several days before anyone comes to the cell beside the Drow guarding us. The door opens and I am pulled out. I stand before a Drow who looks taller and stronger than any of the others I have seen. She looks like she has seen better days. Her head is bandaged, mainly covering the back and her left eye.

“Well, well, are you my fairy godmother?” I growl at her.

She smirks. “You’re cute.” She takes me from the Drow guard, grabbing me by my arm and walking me along. “Sanguis is waiting on you,” she says. “But I wanted to have a talk with you alone before he arrives.”

“That’s ballsy. Are you a queen or something?” I grumble.

“Or something,” she laughs. “Viovrouh.”

I glance up at her and have to look away. For a moment I understand how my father feels around King Amit. Even banged up, Viovrouh is far too beautiful to be real and it makes me nervous. “You clearing your throat or is that your name?”

She laughs like an oncoming storm. “Too bad you are so tiny,” she says. “You would make a perfect playmate.”

“That’s flattering, thank you.” I reply as she leads me into a meeting room. I sit down and Viovrouh locks the door. She then pours wine and hands me a an almost overflowing goblet.

“I don’t think that’s wise,” I say but I take it. “I’ve only had bread and water the passed few days.”

Viovrouh downs more wine than my father does. “And why is that? They have been feeding you properly, as was my command.”

“Yes, but the other girl with me is pregnant, she needs more than I do.” I look into the goblet and push it aside. I know they wouldn’t poison me, even just to make me sick, but if I drank anything now I would make myself sick. My stomach is not prepared for any form of alcohol no matter how much I long for it.

“And you care about her?” Viovrouh asks with a smile.

“Look, I’m not a sucker. Ask anyone in the empire. I’d rather kick someone than look at them kindly. But facts are facts and that girl is pregnant. If you were pregnant and in that room with me I would do the same.”

Viovrouh takes my goblet and drinks from it. “You would fit in very well with the Drow. Too bad your skin looks like a map leading nowhere.”

“Oh what? My patches?” I pet my palm down my arm, admiring how the brown and pink mingle together like oil and water. “You don’t like skin conditions in the your little underground paradise?”

Viovrouh sneers. “Not at all. I just don’t like you so much.”