What could be happening to Queen Penelope? So sad for Princess Henrietta, she is going through so much alone.
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
Richard This can't be happening, not now. Not after how long I've waited to get to her, to finally see her, to feel her, to let my wolf let loose and yearn for her. Father can’t do this to me, especially not now. Not at the expense of my happiness, my future and my peace, her safety and that of Odyssey. If only he knew the kind of woman this princess whom he speaks so highly of actually is and how desperate she can be, to what extent she can go just to get the throne. "This shouldn't be happening," I yelled, pulling my hair with my fingers. “I’m afraid it’s already happening.” Someone said from outside my room but I didn't turn as the voice was very familiar to be confused for someone else’s. “What do you want?” I snapped, without looking at whom the voice belonged to. She was here to either mock or rub it in my face but what was the difference? Absolutely nothing! Getting married to Gwendolyn was the same as spending forever with Nemiueh or worse. “Nothing, I have never wanted
HenriettaIt was evening and the fierce sun in Odyssey was beginning to set, soothing wind graced my skin causing me to adjust the robe around my arm to protect myself from the cold and raised my finger to my eyes to brush off the particles of dust that had been pushed in by the wind.“I can't wait to get to the garden, at least I would be able to get a moment's peace from all of this drama.” I muttered under my breath. Gwendolyn, getting married to the man in my dreams. What does she derive so much joy from taking almost everything that belongs to me? Everything that gets close to me disappears. “Sometimes, we give others the right to do what they do to us.” i heard a calm and soothing voice say beside me and although I wasn't expecting anyone to be following me, anyone but chloe but she wasn't the one rather a very beautiful lady, with bright hazel green eyes that seemed like they could see deep into your soul and fetch the truth out of a hardened liar.She was tall, taller than I
Richard I was waiting restlessly in my room for Martas’ return. She has been out since noon to meet with Henrietta and speak to her on my behalf and even though I was against it from the moment she suggested it, Charles made me give in. “What is taking her so long?” I complained, asking for the hundredth time in a row as I paced my room, continuously looking out of the door to see if she was close but she wasnt and each time I checked, there's always someone coming but then, it is not her and it pisses me off even more. “Relax,” Charles said in a mere whisper, “She'll be here soon.” He assured me but I couldn't wait any longer. I was running out of patience but was mostly tensed as to what might have been the outcome of their conversation. “I should go to them,” I said, turning around to face the door when I found Marta approaching us with a bright smile on her face. “I've missed you,” She said with a pout while rushing past me to meet Charles whose arms were already wide apart
Henrietta"Help me," He pleaded as he held strongly onto the hem of my dress. I do not know why but he wasn't looking at me, rather he was staring at the dark sky. It was as if he wasn't seeing my face. "Save me," He cried, "are you there? " he asked, pulling hard on my dress.My heart felt like it was going to be torn into a million shreds, but was being held firm by something strong, something that also made it hard for me to swallow down the lump in my throat which only grew even wider and bigger.Suddenly, my eyes were beginning to burn hot as tears flowed freely down my chin. I raised my hand to touch the hair on his head but it didn't feel like hair rather, they felt fluffy and thick. When my eyes landed on it, I realized he was in his full form as a wolf."Where did you come from?" I asked, gently lowering myself so that I was kneeling in front of him but he was no longer there. He was standing in a room, a dark room, surrounded by creatures I couldn't really identify. They w
Henrietta “And Gwendolyn?” I managed to ask and he shook his head. “Not even your father can stand between mates, especially when neither of them mean any harm,” he explained. “Except your father wants his daughter to be sad all the days of her life.” He added but I knew he was referring to both Gwendolyn and I. The hand with which he cupped my face with, slowly brushed my face and my stomach began to tighten with mixed feelings but majorly of excitement, “I will not be forced to spend the rest of my life with a woman whom I can not stand, neither would I be forced into a marriage of convenience, when my mate is still alive and has been found.” He growled and a small smile played on my lips. He's quite possessive too. I can’t really say what I feel but I knew I felt at home with him. Maybe I should give in to Martas’ words but it is too early to let my guard down. I was still deep in thoughts when I felt strong arms wrapped around me, holding me so tight that it didn't want t
Henrietta The sun was beginning to set when Chloe asked that she treat my hair. She said it's been a while since she last did it, but I knew it hasn't even been up to a week. She would make up anything just to be with me and avoid other choirs done by the other maids and I let her, especially when Gwendolyn seizes it as an opportunity to torment and abuse her. "Gwendolyn parades herself with one red head that arrived in Odyssey along with the pack." Chloe said, "they seem to get along so well. It's even as if they think alike." She added. "Hmm, really?" I replied in an uninterested tone but knowing how she would bug me after such a reply, I added, "for anyone to walk with my sister, you're either like her, her or think like her." "Birds of a feather, mhm," she replied, without taking her eyes off the collection of hair treatment bottles. "Oil, comb, brush, ointment, don't see the difference. Petals and incense," Chloe listed in a sing-song voice, holding up each item as she iden