Henrietta sure loves sarcasm. If only she could keep up this energy everytime Gwendolyns tries to taunt her. See you on the next chapter where I'll be waiting for you all alongside Richard.
Richard I didn't know anyone around here as I've not really had the time neither could I speak to anyone around except my family and pack members. It was not because they were hostile, no, as a matter of fact they were really accommodating and nice, I was just being careful and needed someone to show me around, like a tour. As I stood in front of my room while resting my back on the wall beside its door, I watched numerous maids and guards pass by carrying heavy bags and clothes, some of which I assumed were for laundry while the others were in preparation for the ball. My eyes were beginning to feel strained and I was getting tired of staying in the same position. I would have called Charles to keep me company but then he was with Marta and I didn't want to interrupt. I was very sure he would readily accept and his readiness to do whatever I ask of him sometimes makes me uncomfortable it was like he felt guilty that I was no longer in line for the throne and that was exactly how
Henrietta It was strange how he looked so familiar yet I was only seeing him for the first time. His face flashed across my memory over and over again and I tried hard to recall where I first met him. From all I could see about him, he was a guest here and didn't know me, else why would he shut his eyes instead of acknowledging my presence. "He had to be a guest." I whispered in a voice that held certainty while helping myself out of my dress. Normally, Chloe would have been the one to help me but since the incident at the garden, I am yet to set eyes on her. The last time a maid was in my room, I had requested to know how she was fairing, I was told she was getting better. Her arm had been hurt from how strong Gwen held her and since I couldn't go to her, the least I could do was know how she was. Slowly, I bent down and picked up the dress from the floor before proceeding to put on a lighter dress, a dress that would be quite comfortable to sleep in if I were to fall asleep.
Richard "She has to be" I said in a firm voice while discussing with Charles. We were talking about the ceremony and how hospitable everyone has been including Princess Gwendolyn. "Proud?" Charles asked and I nodded. "Yes, the other princess has to be very proud or full of herself not to at least be at the lunch with us on the day we arrived." I stated, almost annoyed that I hadn't seen her or know what she looks like and how bored I was getting having no one to tour me during the day. "You can't be so sure. It is possible she is busy with the preparations, I agree she didn't welcome us as she was supposed to like her sister but it's a big palace you know, she could be anywhere and might have seen you without you knowing it." He explained with so much certainty in his voice. "I'm beginning to get bored, that's why it's getting to me." I sighed, "However, she is none of my business." "Hmmm, why then did you send for me?" He asked and I brought my hand over my face, blowing hot ai
Henrietta "Ha...ve you not cr…" her words got interrupted by a hard cough which left her lips in a dry torturous manner as her head bopped repeatedly on the pillow. A gasp escaped my lips as terror shot through my spine. I was unable to do anything, I just stood there staring at her in fear until something snapped inside of me and I hurried to her side. I was going to snake my arm under her neck after sitting next to her but she grabbed my hand and brought it to her chest instead. "Are you okay, mother?" I asked, sniffing back the tears and she nodded with a bright smile on her face. "Shh, don't cry anymore," She whispered, bringing my hand to her lips and brushing her lips lightly over it. "But yo…" "You have soaked my feet with so much tears already, I won't need to clean them anymore." She chuckled before leaving my hand on her chest and stretching her right hand towards my face. She rubbed her palm over my face and tucked the loose strands of hair which covered my face, beh
Richard The hall which had been well decorated for the ball was well illuminated with lots of candles and lamps. It was so bright that everyone's dress shone even brighter than it would in daylight. The ball was about to begin and everyone was present. Father, Charles and Marta had their gifts right beside them waiting to be presented to the King. I was dressed in the neat dark blue suit which Charles had personally picked for me, I had the ancient dagger which I planned on gifting to my mate in its pocket, while waiting in anticipation for the arrival of not just the royal family but my mate. After waiting for about half an hour for their expected grand entry, the music which filled the room changed from the orchestral notes to ceremonious rhythm, making known the entry of the King. Everyone rose to their feet, wearing smiles on their faces while bowing slightly as the king walked past them. I watched the way the crown on his head sat elegantly, while his red robe followed his
Henrietta What! Did he just speak? I turned to see the face of the man whom I had just expressed the pain which I had held within me all through the day. For a moment, I felt I was going to explode if I didn't speak to someone about it and felt he was unable to hear me. I had just said everything to a stranger, a commoner, I fear. But he was the man that always appeared in my dreams, almost every now and then. There should be more to this than I can see. "You have no idea what you're talking about," I retorted, a bid to act like I hadn't said enough for a night. He took two steps towards me and inasmuch as I wanted to take the exact same steps back, I didn't. I couldn't find it in me to go away from him. He sighed, "I know exactly what I'm talking about, Princess Henrietta, I have seen and heard everything you said and even that which your sister says as well." He said in a firm voice and my shoulder sagged. Shaking my head in regret, I heaved deeply before raising my eyes to him
Richard "Friends?" Charles yelled in disbelief after I told him everything that happened between me and Henrietta. I was sad, very sad and so was Grey. "I'm not supposed to pounce on her like some brute and mark her, am I?" I shouted in frustration, stretching myself in the chair in my father's room while we waited for him to return from the palace. We both arrived about twenty minutes after he left and the servant who was assigned by King Kenneth to be at his service informed us that he had gone to have breakfast with the King and would be back in an hour. We didn't want to take any chances because we might leave to come back later only to meet his absence. This was the first time we would be meeting him together since we arrived in Odyssey and the reason behind this meeting is very urgent. "I know you're not supposed to but, who asks their mates to be their friend, when they are well aware she's their mate?" He queried, pacing the room. "You talk like you pounced on Marta the s
Henrietta Last night seemed to have passed a lot faster than the previous nights. It was as if the stranger or rather, 'Prince Richard' as he called himself had influenced not only time but my senses as well. Thoughts of him clouded my mind, leaving me awestruck, confused but with a tingling feeling of excitement yet, I was scared; scared of what I could only imagine but never have, especially in this realm where I was out of place. "What am I even thinking? He is a Prince," I reminded myself, turning on the bed so that I was laying flat on my back while staring at the thick green sheet that was placed over my bed to decorate it but in all honesty, I was not really looking at it my vision was blurry and the item of focus was very present but not visible to me anymore. "He's an Alpha, Henrietta!" I half-yelled, "a soon-to-be king who would most definitely need a strong woman for a queen, someone to match his charisma and the amount of power he possesses." I reminded myself, a fail