Human(MxM)[UNEDITED]
Chapter 7

Asgeir POV

"There he is. We were just talking about you." Father said as I walked in and smiled at me.

"All good things I hope." I said and tried not to frown when I saw Arvid sitting in my seat next Arkyn.

I looked around and saw that the whole seating arrangement had changed, and the only thing that stayed the same was that Dad still sat next to Father.

I tried not to show my discomfort, when I saw the seat next to Gregor empty, clearly meant for me. Instead I smiled and walked to sit next to him, but before I could touch my chair, he stood up and pulled it out for me. I thanked him and sat down, ignoring the wiggling eyebrows of my Arvid and Armod.

"Your Brother tells me that you like to draw and paint." Gegor said taking my hand and looking into my eyes.

I saw it again, and this time I was sure of what I was seeing. It was there every time he made eye contact with me.

The cruelty in his eyes.

"I do." I said and gently removed my hand from his grasp and poured me some water. I didn't have to ask him which one of my brothers told him that, because I already knew who did, and I found myself smiling at the thought, I turned my head and saw Gregor narrowing his eyes at me, and I wondered what he was doing that for.

Was it something I said.

Because he seemed to be in thought about something, but his thoughts were halted when my father asked him something, he turned his head and began speaking to my parents while I sat and sipped my water silently, as usual.

Naturally my eyes found their way to Arkyn's worried ones, who sat opposite me. He mouthed a 'are you okay' to which I smiled and nodded at him. He smiled back at me and continued his conversation with Arvid.

I felt Gregor take my hand and I tensed up, but I didn't want to take my hand away again, in case he took notice of it this time.

"Of course. He is a rare beauty. Even the most beautiful women in my kingdom cannot equate to his beauty." Gregor said as he held my hand and raised it to his lips and kissed it.

I knew he was answering something that my father had said, and I was so lost in thought that I didn't even hear the rest of what he was saying and instead just looked at him.

"That assures me then. I'm sure you will take good care of our son and love him." Father said smiling as he looked at our joined hands.

I felt like I was being suffocated and like my breath was stuck in my throat. I have no idea why, but being close to him and having him touch me, just didn't sit right with me. It made me feel so uncomfortable, that I pried my hand out if his grasp and excused myself.

I saw Arkyn's worried eyes follow me till I walked out of the dining hall, and towards the balcony. I let out a huge sigh once I was outside and leaned over the railing. I felt like I could finally breathe again, and that bothered me.

Why did I feel that way when I was near my future husband?

I continued to inhale and exhale, letting the cool air brush against my skin, when I felt someone behind me.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't stay in there any longer. It felt so crowed and stuffy." I said knowing exactly who was standing behind me.

"It's okay. It's understandable, I mean you don't know the guy, it's only natural to feel nervous around him." Arkyn said as he came and stood behind me.

"It's not just that. I feel terrified around him, I don't know why, but I feel all this rage and hatred coming from him, it's just so suffocating." I said, noticing that my hands were trembling slightly.

"Hey come here." He said and pulled me towards his chest. He rubbed his palm across my back while I pressed my forehead against his chest.

"It's going to be okay." He whispered.

But I knew deep down, that it wasn't. I might not understand what I was feeling at that moment, but I knew it was not something good, nor was any good going to come from it.

"You know, since you were a kid, you could always sense when something wasn't right. It was almost like you had some special ability." He said taking my head away from his chest and looking at me. I raised my eyebrow at him, indicating that I didn't understand what he was saying.

"Remember that time when you eight years old, and I set out with Father for battle." He said and I nodded at him, but still wondering just why he was bringing that up.

"Remember how you cried and begged me not to go, saying it wasn't safe and everyone thought you were just a normal kid that didn't want his big brother to leave, so I ended up telling father that I would stay with you till you fell asleep and that I would join him and the army later that night." He said to which I nodded again and listened to him, wondering why he didn't tell me this before.

"But when I laid with you, waiting for you to sleep, I ended up falling asleep too, and when I woke up in the morning, Father had sent an envoy telling me not to come, because they had been attacked by bandits looking for the heir of the throne, under the command of their king, and Father was dressed in a disguise so they didn't recognize him as a king. After the envoy left, I remember looking at your sleeping form and I couldn't shake the feeling that you knew something was going to happen to me, that's why you didn't want me to leave." He said as he held the side of my face and looked at me closely.

"What I'm trying to say is-"

This time when he looked at me, it wasn't with that tender and gentle father love he always looked at me with, no this time he looked at me with absolute seriousness, when he uttered his next words.

"Don't over look what you're feeling now. It's your subconscious trying to warn you that something bad is going to happen."