Nerezza's Point of View
4 Months Later
The nerves were starting to kick in now. My body was preparing me to deliver this child. To have my baby boy in my arms for the first time. The prospect was daunting but welcomed. Priamos took it the worst. His persistent hounding had grown far more irritating than I had first thought it possible.
The sun was barely at the edge of the horizon. Bags were packed and ready to go. But Priamos wasn't. He rushed into every part of the house. Double checked the things we had bought for Conan. Made sure that the bottles were pre-washed and waiting in the cupboard. Milk powder was on standby, just in case my wilk refused to fully set in. Cribs and cots. Playpens and play pals. He checked it all. Locked the windows securely and tucked away any sharp objects.
Conan wouldn't walk for another year but he made sure the floor was safe, regardless.
He was a ball of ene
Nerezza's Point of ViewThey placed me in a room by myself. I had this inkling it was due to something Priamos had said. Maybe not but I still had my suspicions. All the other women I had seen early that morning shared a room with someone else. Except for me. I had the only private suite on this floor. Knowing my mate and his overbearing nature the chances he had said something were high.Farren had told Priamos she would stop by later to come to meet her nephew. The girl was overjoyed at their family getting large. After what Priamos had told me about her father, I could understand why she was so excited. At a young age, she had been robbed of him. The man who was sworn to protect her. Instead, he beat her mother.What a cruel world this was indeed.Conan lay sleeping in my arms. The little boy had his first weigh-in right after he was born and the nurses noted how small he was. Priamos had stood watch the entire time. Kept his
Nerezza's Point of ViewJust after Farren came to visit, the nurses came in. The more cheery of the two told us that the first night Conan would spend in an incubator. It gave me a chance to catch my breath. To stand up for the first time after surgery and for them to monitor him. Deem him fit to go home in a couple of days.Priamos had his doubts about giving his son to them. But I understood why they had to take him. We wanted a healthy child all around and if this was how they did things, I had no complaints. Farren was also told to leave for the evening. She had done so reluctantly but promised to be back bright and early when the first visiting hour was here.We were her best excuse to leave the school grounds so frequently and she knew it.My mate had reluctantly handed our baby over. Grumbled something along the lines of 'take good care of him or else.' The nurse just smiled at his grumpy reply and wheeled Cona
Nerezza's Point of ViewI woke up with a warm hand around mine. The light was dim, almost non-existent. My memory was hazy at best. Slithers of what had happened pumped through me. Startling upright, I winced at the sheer pain in my abdomen. There were other machines beside me. Red liquid floating in the tube leading to my arm.Outside in the hall, policemen spoke to some staff. To some patients. Everything came flooding back. My heartbeat picked up. I felt my lungs tighten. Needed fresh air or to wake up from this nightmare.Priamos' black hair came into view beside my bed. Then his brown eyes, watching me dutifully. Deep lines creased his brow. Every once in a while, his eyes would dart towards the police. From the look he gave them, I knew he had conflicting feelings about their presence.I tried to sit up more. Tried to speak but my throat was dry. Sandpaper scratching against the sides of my flesh. Noticing my distress
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe house was empty when I walked in. His scent was faint. Almost non-existent. It was clear he hadn’t been here in a while. Fresh pain clouded my heart at the sight. Our couches stood pristine. The kitchen was empty. No sounds came from the rest of the house. As if no one had lived here in months. A ghost town filled with tons of memories that I had no urge to remember.Everything inside of me screamed to run. To getaway. Leave this life behind and never look back. Priamos was gone and clearly not coming back. Had left me in that hospital when he had promised to come back for me. Conan had vanished into thin air. Taken by malicious people for some unknown reason. More pain ripped at my heart and I clutched my chest. Felt the edges of my soul fracture and break.My baby had been taken. Stolen away from me as if he was nothing more than an object. There was a hole in my stomach where he had been only a few d
Nerezza's Point of ViewTwo Years LaterThe room was crowded with people. Chatting. Dancing. But most importantly, drinking champagne and gossiping about one another. Their eyes took in everything. Noticed every detail around them. Nothing could escape their scrutiny. Not even the new woman Duke Delaronte had brought along escaped their attention. Or escaped their gossip.I was a fish in an ocean filled with sharks but this wasn't my first rodeo. I had danced with high society ever since Priamos' monthly deposits stopped. When Farren had complained that her school uniform no longer fit and our money had dried up. About five months after he had gone missing and two after my eighteenth birthday.Getting a normal job wouldn't have kept Farren in her school. Or kept the mortgage on the apartment going. Besides, I had no other talents besides my wit and beauty. Sometimes I still played the piano but not nearl
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe moon was high by the time I got home. A few lights were still burning. Food sat on the stovetop, covered and waiting. Farren hummed from the upstairs loft we shared, lost in her own world.Reaching down, I tugged the heels off of my feet. They cramped and protested. I had stood too long and would most likely feel the consequences tomorrow. Hopefully, the king would stay true to his word and call for me in the morning. Share lunch with me at the royal palace. Get to know me, as he had stated."Farren, I am home!" I called upstairs. The humming stopped. Papers rustled and light footsteps padded to the top of the stairs. White blonde hair peeked out behind the rails as Farren smiled down at me."How did it go?" She asked brightly. I sighed and dumped my shoes on the floor. Strolled on in just my dress as I undid my hair for the evening."I never expected the Duke to be a kind man but he is wo
Nerezza's Point of ViewGrand halls and portraits of every kind stunned me to silence. The man from before led me dutifully through it all. Remarked on various pieces that had caught my eye. Oftentimes, he would stop and explain the origins of the pieces. Tell me more about the artist and why the piece was commissioned. I loved seeing the world through the lens of someone else. Loved seeing pieces come to life with added details that I would never have thought about.Our tour stopped once we reached the middle garden. According to the man, it was the garden especially commandeered by the king. I was still very unaware of what his name was. But I followed him silently, taking in every aspect of what might just one day be my home."This is where our journey together ends, Miss Nerezza. I hope that you have a peaceful afternoon with his Majesty. If you have any questions regarding the encounter, you may ask me afterward." The man sta
Nerezza's Point of ViewOne Year Later"How long will you be gone for?" I could hear the distress in Farren's voice as she asked me this from the door. I didn't look up, instead, I continued packing up the clothes I would need in South Africa. Unlike our more timid climates, the country was hot and unrelenting. Short clothes were a must for this trip.According to Reginald (my king), there was a pack taking shape in the heart of the country. Guided by a rogue Alpha who had clawed his way to the top. Surrounded himself with only the strongest of men to help him build his empire. The king had a vested interest in seeing this pack succeed. No other information was given."I will be gone for about a week to two weeks. I promise to be back by the time you have your seventeenth birthday party. The king is hosting a rather grand ball in your name, at my behest." I told Farren, tucking away my underwear in a sma