Eight

Anastasia's pov

I woke up feeling drowsy, my eyes groggily open as warm sun sunlight seeped into them.

I squinted for a bit, trying to adjust to the bright light before getting up, feeling my whole body ache. Everywhere hurt so badly that I could barely even stand.

"Why does my head hurt..." I groaned to myself, rubbing my head, hoping the numbering pain would go away.

"Good morning Luna Anastasia." I heard two people say simultaneously and was stunned when I raised my head to see two maids standing in front of me with bright smiles on their faces.

For a minute, I was so confused that I had forgotten about the aching pain in my head. I just sat there, one hand holding my head as I looked at them in shock.

"G- good morning." Did they just call me Luna.

"I'm Estella and this is my twin sister, Jessica and we were given the honor of serving you." They both bowed and I turned flustered when I understood the situation.

"Please rise. That's okay." I say awkwardly and attempted to stand when Estella suddenly pulled out a scroll from which she started reading.

"We would like an audience from you Luna Anastasia. Here are your schedules for today. After breakfast you are required to head to the royal seamstress shop later today to get your measurements taken for the gown meant for your Naming ceremony. After that, you'd be taken to the beauty parlor for your makeover and you'll be provided a dermatologist, specially requested by the Lycans who would take care of you till you're healed."

The last statement made me wonder if the Lycans had specially requested it for a reason only we knew from our encounter yesterday. It was possibly because of the scars they had seen.

After Estella had read out my schedule for the day, she and Jessica helped me into the bathroom and washed me up. They parted me dry with a towel and arranged for me to be dressed into the loviest silky gown with pearls and a lace around the waist to accentuate my small hips. As I sat down before the mirror while they applied makeup, I would have pinched myself If I wasn't well aware that this wasn't a dream.

This was reality. I was been treated like a queen. It's almost like my very perfect life coming to reality, but the unfortunate part of this reality was that I was only here for one purpose and after I had done It, I would leave. While I was here, I shouldn't even require to ask for love or affection.

Basically, I would be living here like a breeding animal. To be taken care of and well fed. Even the thought of bearing a child and having to leave him or her in the hands of the Lycan and just live scared me but I guess this was much more better than having to stay at home with those jerks who would use me over and over again.

Estella rolls in the food trolley next and I'm once again greeted with an array of so many food I didn't even know where to start from. She starts by cutting the steak and I start with the fruits, nibbling on the grapes and berries, waiting for her.

"Luna Anastasia, not to sound intrusive, but how was it last night." Jessica had a strange glint in her eyes as she asked. "Most of us know about what happened you and Draven but as your personal maids, shouldn't we know the details?"

Estella shoved her with the side of her arm and glared at her before turning to me with an apologetic look.

"I apologize on my sister's behalf, Luna Anastasia. Sometimes, she gets too curious about things which do not concern her."

Jessica rubbed her aching sides, pouting."What? The maids said they saw His highness carrying her back to her room yesterday. It's obvious something occured between them."

Hearing Draven had carried me back to my room himself, I felt my face grow hot for some reason and I immediately stuffed my mouth with a forkful of steak to hide the blush on my face, but it failed to go unseen by the twins.

"So something did happen?! Oh please tell us, Luna. We'd love to know."

"N- nothin happened." I almost choked as I looked down coyly, avoiding their eyes. I couldn't tell them what they wanted to here, moreso, we didn't do what they thought we might have. Would I tell them I was so weak that he had to use his fingers to deflower me for fear of killing me? No.

Jessica was disappointed and Estella was apologetic but I just focused on finishing my food. During the entire time I ate, Jessica kept me company with tales about the pack and so many other stories that had me laughing even. Although she was unhinged and said whatever came to mind, I enjoyed her company. I actually liked the fact she was treating me like a king time friend of hers.

Estella seemed to be the calm one, the type of sister that had to mother the other. She chipped into our conversation once in a while but her main focus was cleaning the room thoroughly.

I wondered If I was going to be eating in my room on a norms. It would feel lonely without them.

By the time she was done, I was done eating and ready to go for my measurements. They helped me into my shoes, retouched my makeup and led me out the door.

I was trying to balance on the shoes with heels, having not been used to heels and was barefooted most of the time, but the dress was quite long and it was getting hard to see as I walked along.

I had been so preoccupied trying not to fall on my face while walking that I suddenly bumped into someone right in front of me. I gasped the moment a cup crashed on th floor, hot scalding tea kissing my arm.

Reflexively, I move back, wincing, but before I could even recover, raising my head to see who I had bumped into, someone flapped me hard across the face and I find myself falling back onto the floor.