Chapter 81
Dylan POV
I was angry! Of course I was angry, every single time I felt like I was finally doing something right, reality would come crashing down on me in waves and I ended up in pain.
The pain emitting from my jaw was horrendous, as I bit down on Carlos’s handkerchief. I hadn’t had any sort of tooth ache since I was a child, not that I could have gone to the dentist anyway, nowadays you either suck it up or you lose the tooth. There was no other treatment. I had no doubt in my mind that the gap that now occupied my mouth was still bleeding, as I stormed through the hallways towards the palaces hospital wing.
Every hallway we walked through, images of the king and his stupid family rested. The walls were adjourned with pictures and paintings of the regal family, and with every image 1 past, my anger only grew.
I was never getting away, I was going to feel pain and humiliation for the rest of my life. In the end I stopped at a singular painting of the lady who had just caused that days torment and gazed at her. She looked as beautiful on canvas as she did in person. Her hair placed so perfectly that not a single loose strand could be spotted. On top of her head sat a rather obnoxiously over the top tiara, and she was sat in a seat made of fine red velvet. The portrait was as perfect as the queen it was commissioned for.
1 let out a loud grunt of anger while looking at it. I would never be that perfect, I was too damaged. My body was horribly scarred, my resolve was being slowly chipped away, every single day, and now my teeth had even suffered, they we’re supposed to be the strongest part of your body, and mine was taken out by a mere punch to the face.
Without thinking I used my strength to push the large picture frame up and widened my eyes as it had actually moved. I wasn’t exactly planning on that working. The entire portrait quickly lost its grip on the nail connecting it to the wall and so it went tumbling to the ground with a deafening crash. The frame quickly cracked and splintered off onto the floor around it and I stepped back in absolute and utter horror at what I’d done.
With the way it had landed I suppose I could just walk away, it would simply look like it had suddenly and unexpectedly just fallen off. So instead of acknowledging the actions that had taken place in the last 5 minutes, I simply walked away and continued to the hospital wing.
Thankfully Lewis didn’t say anything about it, which I was grateful for.
By the time we got to the hospital it was getting on to evening time. I was getting hungry, which is a feeling I was definitely getting used to and didn’t really matter as I knew exactly what I’d be getting for dinner, and that was soup. It was all different flavors, but I was craving something with a nice crunch to it, Something other than the thick watery texture I’d become accustomed too. I hadn’t had any different textures for months,
“Your grace, you haven’t got an appointment for another two days.” I nodded my head and a sigh raked through me. Even the hospital wing was getting to be a place of nightmares because I was here so frequently with my burns and everything else that had happened.
“She’s had her tooth knocked out, there’s still some left in her gum that needs removing. Beta lewis explained as he gestured me over to the bed.
“Oh, I’ll go and get some anesthetic then assess the damage from there.” The doctor was quick to leave the room and my eyes moved to Lewis’s out stretched palm as he ushered me to take a seat. Only upon his gesture I noticed a set of small puncture like marks on the palm of his right hand, and I didn’t think twice about grabbing it to get a closer look. He instantly gasped and tensed up in my grip, looking directly at his hand in mine,
“What happened?” I asked through my clenched teeth, it had to have been self inflicted, they were wolf claw marks, I wasn’t as stupid as everyone believed me to be. He stopped and finally moved his gaze to my eyes, he pried his hand out of my own and replied to my question.
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