The streets of the kingdom are decorated with sparkles that fill the entire town. Happy vibes surround the village as every person enjoys the music, dance, entertainment, and everything that is lined like some huge festival. Indeed it is a huge festival - a festival to celebrate the women of our kingdom, the hard work they have been putting in since last week.
Every woman was diligent, they turned to the gardens of the east wing sharp at 4 in the evening. They went through rigorous tests, learned how to hold weapons, learned finances, and so much more.
And most important, none gave up. So, this day is the celebration of their work, and also the announcement of the new council candidates.
Drums roll, as Sir. Andrew announces my arrival amidst the crowd, they kneel flowers flowing m
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I asked them to get acquainted not get close to each other. I stomp my feet as I walk inside my chambers my skin prickling with jealousy. In only three weeks, Lycan and Max got so close to each other that they particularly spend every second with each other. I pull the wine glass off the table gulping down the entire content in a single go. Just now I saw him touch her hand, as she was practicing archery in the garden. I am sure you don't have to touch each other to learn archery. The worst part about this is I can't get rid of Lycan.Well, she is a sweetheart. She listens to everything I say and has been diligently practicing everything for the past three weeks.Great.I slump on the chair, a loud groan leaving my lips.
Chapter 18:Music fills through the walls of the room, feet tapping, hands clapping. Laughter echoes inside the place as all the women in the room enjoy the night. I swirl my wine in my hand, looking at all the women dancing on the floor, my mind still stuck on Max and his growing closeness with Lycan.What if they start dating?Isn’t that good, he would have someone, and I will no more need to worry about someone considering him close to me. But he will no more be yours.Its like a debate between my mind and heart, both stubborn about their decisions, and I close my eyes, groaning at the image of Max and Lycan together.The music tones down, as the crowd cheers. I ope
I stumble across the hallway, gathering every ounce of my energy to stand straight, and appear beautiful. I brush my gown, smoothening my hair around my shoulder, giggling to myself like a child.Max, here I come to make you mine.The hallway is blurred, the marble creating waves as I set my foot on it.Stop moving marble I need to reach my Max, show him how much I love him. Show Lycan that she can't take him away from me. I walk ahead as my shoulders hit the wall, and I tumble across Max’s room. My butt rests on the floor, my foot tapping the door to Max’s chamber.The door creeks open, my vision getting clear at the exposure of his face.“Maxie, I missed you”, I
The warm beats of sunlight strike my face, as birds flap and sing to their heart's content. My head pounds, the effect of alcohol from the night weighing on my nerves, and I pinch between my eyebrows. White linen covers me, a fresh set of clothes, lined on the edge of the bed. I smile at the efforts that Max always puts in. I drag myself to stand straight, the linen falling over my body, the naked exposure under it evident. The nerves on my head strike me with effect, the incidents of the night flowing to my mind. Shoot. What have I done? I forced myself on Max, I shouldn't have done that. No. My mind races in panic. My hands tremble, my nerves beating an unrhythmic tone insid
The wind swirls through the window, turning the night into a white sheet of coldness. The room grows eerily silent, as the buzz of crickets fills the room. Events of last night flood my brain, and my heart beats erratic, but it rips apart more when I remember his cold expressions.Max, the one person I promised I would take care of, and only have been hurting for most of my life. A chuckle leaves my lips, as tears sting the edges of my eye. There has to be an easy way to let go of things, turn back time, or just shut the emotions off in a dark corner.The cling of metal fills the room, the voice of laughter wrapping a warmth on the white of cold. Max. Only his laughter can bring me such warmth. I open my eyes, diving out of the table and taking long strides
The water around me loses its serenity, as circular ripples form on the surface. I raise my eyes hoping to see Adria, but my eyes drop as I see Lycan standing - naked. Her blue eyes reflected the silver of the moon, turning grey, piercing my gaze. I know Lycan likes me. It’s easy to make out from the way she acts, but I can't reciprocate her feelings. Not now, or, ever when all I have in my mind is Adria. Adria, the only girl I saw, and the girl that saw every man except me. I want to laugh at the misery of my love. Laugh at my stupid heart to hold on to her, but all I feel is this heavy feeling in my heart that renders me crippled whenever she is in front of me. My eyes still look at Lycan, the water creating silver around her milky white skin. A beautiful woman, that anyone can
“Adria slow down you will fall”, Max shouts as he runs behind me. Our tiny feet rustle the orange, red, and yellow crusty maple leaves that adorn the garden in the southern half of the palace. In the evening I heard some soldiers saying there was a small waterfall in the middle of the garden, and I and Max had sneaked out from Evander to visit the lake.I run looking at Max over my shoulder as he climbs the branches, jumping over them to take a shorter route than to circle around them like me. He inches closer and closer, and I dig my feet into the ground running at as insane speed as possible in the gown twirling against my heels.The canopy of the tall trees cast a shadow on the ground spreading a whiff of musky sweetness from the decaying leaves. The smoky tint of the branches makes a
A hundred whips and my skin feels torn, but not my determination to love Max. I see mom, step into the dungeon, as she bends on her knees letting the straps on my arms lose.“A princess listens, they don't rebel”, she says. Her voice is laced with venom.“That beggar won't give you anything except pleasure, but to live a life like a queen you need to marry a king. You can keep him as your concubine, someone you can fuck, but not your life partner.”, her eyes are calm as she says this.How could she say this? I love him, and he deserves the world from me. He is my equal, someone that will stand by my side, and not below me. And concubine. I can never turn him to that, even though he would be mine forever, a concubine