EMAL'S POVThe voices of my father and Blake rings consecutively in my ear and I can't contain my pain any longer. I need to do away with the welled-up emotion in me. Else, I might die of anger suffocation. I thought of leaving the castle again to calm myself, but it would attract the attention of the guards. I'm very sure father would have given them a strict instruction after what happened the previous day. My thought drops on Matilda and I can't help but head for her room. I need someone to soothe and calm me before I can sleep. The boiling emotion in me is making me feel full and frustrated. Upon reaching her room, her maid tells me that she was in the bath. I guess it's a wrong timing on my part. I should have thought of that before heading over. Giving my legs the chance to fulfill their purpose, I find myself out of her castle at last, though without any specific direction or place in mind. All I need is some calmness.I continue my walk through the empty field across the cast
ALPHA MARCUS POVImmediately I wake up from my bed, I answer the guard and he enters as soon as I order him to. “What do you want?” I ask.“Your highness, I’m here to ask you about the guest we received last night” he replies, referring to the members of the Arctic Howlers who slept in my pack the previous day and it clicks. The representatives of the Arctic Howlers that I put on hold due to the shock I received from the report and the severity of the report they brought was what he was referring to. The conclusion I am to have with them has been put on hold for too long and sooner or later, I will have to attend to them. “It’s alright, you can go. I will go attend to them as soon as I’m done with my morning duties.” I utter and he leaves, bowing respectively. I call for my Beta in order to discuss what we are going to do next and discuss what our response to our guests would be.“Let’s meet at the throne hall” I communicated with Aldrien through our mind-link and he acknowledges my
EMAL’S POVThe first thing Lilly asks me is what happened to me. Minutes passes, I remain locked in the hug with her. The closeness with her makes me feel different, it is just as consoling as the affection of my sister. Patting my back, she pushes me back away from her gently, sitting me down on a close by chair.“What happened?” she asks again.I narrate everything that I encountered to her and she sighs after I end my story.“That’s so deep. What do you intend doing now?” “Sincerely, I have absolutely no idea about what I’m supposed to do. Right now, I can’t bring myself to think of learning the facts as it is. I don't think I'm ready, Lilly" My voice breaks while I speak."Wait...take it easy. Did you say she mentioned you having another mother asides her?" Lilly asks.“Not exactly! All I heard her say was that she can never be my mother and my face remind her of that woman.” I answer her question. “That’s not enough reason to be paranoid. You should try sorting things out by as
LILLY’S POVThe moment rain begins to fall, worry fills me. It is late into the night already and grandma will have been so worried. Definitely, I wouldn’t be able to get home in time. Taking shelter under the tree we could get to first, several thoughts churns within my mind as I and Emal stand under the tree, waiting for the rain to stop, my heart tears between conflicting emotions. I do not expect to see him that late. It takes me a minute to think of what my next step should be and I hesitate at first. But I have no choice despite my grandma’s impending anger for being out so late, I am unable to turn away from him. I succumb to caring for and tending to him as I am sure that if it isn’t very important, Emal will not show up in that manner which he did. His presence demands my attention, drawing me into his world of unspoken troubles. Firstly, I wonder what had transpired to make him this way, seeking refuge from his own storm of emotions. Listening to his narration, we discuss t
LILLY’S POVEmal waits till I enter my house before he turns to leave. Watching him from the window, I wave goodbye at his behind as he disappeared into the distance. Heaving a sigh, I prepare myself for what is to come. With the slightest sound, I make sure to walk around the house carefully not wanting to accentuate my presence to my grandma. I drop my bag where it is supposed to be and tiptoe to my grandma’s bedside. Her eyes were close which means she is fast asleep. Happily, I close my eyes with relief, in appreciation. “Where are you coming from? And who followed you here?” I hear grandma’s voice query behind me before I leave her bedside completely just when I thought I had escaped her notice. My heart leaps into my throat, and I stand there in shock, at a loss for words. She catches me off guard and I should have known Grandma will not go to sleep without setting her eyes on me except on rare occasions. The darkness of the night seems to intensify, casting an ominous shadow o
EMAL’S POVI find myself in a delicate predicament. I know I need to approach Matilda about the Luna’s issue, but I am also acutely aware that I mustn’t raise her suspicion or curiosity about the issue. It is a delicate balance I have to strike. She is quite the sensitive one with the ability to think beyond the present. Pondering over how to broach the subject, I decide that I need to be cautious and subtle. I make a conclusion to frame it as a general concern, something that anyone may have noticed. It will look like that of a concerned child to the mother. This way, I can discuss the matter without drawing any attention to myself.Stifling a cough as we sit together, “Do you notice anything strange things about the Luna?” I ask after much contemplation. My tone, nonchalant as if I am merely curious and not investing my mind in the matter.“You mean mother? No! Why did you ask?” she responds, but not suspecting anything.“Oh, you know, one of my bullies taunted me about her sneaky
EMAL'S POV“Just take a look at her. She’s lucky! Indeed, she is…I can’t believe we maids are also privileged in that aspect." my ears catch on some feminine voices not quite distant from the Luna’s room as I prepare for school. I pay more attention to their discussion than usual, listening in on them without restraint. It is one of these moments when you instinctively know that something is amiss. Their voices resonate amidst themselves in low tones which would have definitely gone unnoticed by humans. I inadvertently hear the voices of the maids discussing at a distance. A part of me wants to ignore the talks but curiosity gets the better part of me, and I slow my pace, trying to see if I can get the topic being discussed. “Did I miss something?” the voice of another maid who interrupted the ongoing discussion hit my ears. She is obviously just getting to the spot of discussion and isn’t aware of what they are saying.“Shh, have it low. You can’t afford to put us in trouble.” A fe
EMAL’S POVMaking my way into the Luna's room isn't one big deal at all as it didn't take anything worthy from me to do so. Inside the Luna's room, I move with the grace of a practiced intruder which I ain't, my senses on high alert. The room is adorned with opulent furnishings and delicate trinkets, just like the room of every royal but my focus is on finding something that might reveal the answers I seek.I start with the ornate vanity, carefully inspecting each drawer and compartment, hoping to stumble upon a hidden note or a concealed object. But my efforts are fruitless, and frustration begins to gnaw at me.Next, I turn my attention to the meticulously arranged bookshelves in the room. My fingers trace the spines of countless volumes, and I pull a few books from the shelf, expecting a hidden compartment or a clue between the pages. Yet, there is nothing to be found.Minutes turn into what feels like hours and disappointment begins to settle in, and I can't help but wonder if my