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Henrietta It's been a couple hours since I announced to my father and sister my ordeal with Richard. And I have never been more proud! But it is one thing to be proud and another to have the fate of the one who makes you feel proud decided upon by your treacherous sibling. She didn't want him before, so why now? 'To be Queen,' a voice whispered in my room. I knew there was no one in here with me because I shut the door myself. "But she can't be Queen, mother is alive and well!" I scoffed, staring at my glowing reflection in the mirror while gently unwrapping my hair. I needed a moment to fully understand what has happened to me, the transition, the… the new me. As my hair fell gently to my back, I couldn't help but admire the shiny silver strands and its new length. 'The coming days would be tough, my lady, beauty may have to wait' the voice whispered again and just then, my room door was thrown open. "We need to go!" Chloe said, rushing into my room. "Huh!! To where? Where
Richard There was an unusual tension in the air. The halls of the dungeon were becoming more and more crowded with soldiers and maidservants, going in similar and opposite directions. Although I was a little bit worried, because unlike the other times when they held large woods in preparation for my execution, they had royal veils and golden pots of fragrance. "What is going on?" I whispered. If only Chloe had come, I'd have gotten firsthand knowledge of everything. She's even the reason I'm still alive, as she sneaks food and water to me through Gregory. "Prince Richard, there's been a few changes," a guard said walking in my direction and just when I was about to step closer to the gates to speak with him, his form began to diminish the closer he got to me. And the moment he was at the gate of my cell, his form had completely disappeared. "Stupid Shape shifters," I cursed through my teeth. "Why hello there," Nemiuehs' voice filled my ears, the exact last person I wanted to se
Queen Penelope who was expecting a child, strode on her way to visit an old fortune teller outside Odyssey. With her was King Kenneth, her husband who hadn't left her side since he was told about their forthcoming child. "Would it hurt?" Queen Penelope asked, searching the eyes of her beloved for reassurance and security. She wanted to know if the fortune teller would have to do something to her in order to tell her future as she had never visited them in the past. "No, my love." He responded, "but I would have loved it if you went to your sisters, they have been white witches for decades and must have mustered different dimensions to use their powers." He explained, his stomach rumbled so loud it was audible to her ears and even when he wanted to pretend that he was okay by walking fast ahead of her, she already knew. "You're hungry." She stated in a firm voice, pulling him by the hand and dragging him back so that he was towering over her. He was huge, well built and strong, a hug
Henrietta "Odyssey must be the most beautiful, strong and wealthiest kingdom else, why would everyone from far and wide want to settle here? especially when their own respective clans are quite specific for them." I asked the royal tutor, Sir Bernard who home schooled my twin sister, Gwendolyn and I. He was one of the oldest alphas in his clan who according to our father, King Kenneth is the reason our realm has so much balance to hold different energy and creatures. "Pfft, they all have ulterior motives," I heard Gwendolyn say, placing one leg over the other as she threw her head backwards. "Hmmm," Sir Bernard sighed, staring from me to Gwendolyn who didn't look like she cared about what he was going to say, as a matter of fact, she didn't. "Ulterior motives?" I asked in confusion at her outrageous reply and she shrugged. "Yes, ulterior motives," she repeated, with as much boldness as she could fathom. Gwendolyn has always been very smart, strong and courageous, yet extremely tri
Richard The sun peeped into my room, and its rays fell on my face as if waking me up to a new day of extreme search and jealousy. I didn't want to leave my bed, afraid of another futile search which happens to be all I could get in finding my mate. "Good morning, my love," Nemiueh, who had spent the night with me, said and if I didn't feel disgusted, I felt annoyed. She placed her hand on my chest, rubbing it in circular motion which was classic of her. She does this whenever she wants to make a request. It made me cringe as I recalled how many times she has used our nights together to make outrageous requests some of which I fulfill. "Hmmm," I breathed while waiting to hear what she had to say, stopping her hand from moving on my chest. "My love," she whispered next to my ears but I didn't want that attachment. "Prince," I corrected, "It's Prince Richard or Sire to you, nothing more or less." I started in a clear tone and she rolled her eyes. "Mark me," she blurted out and my
Henrietta It's been a few days since Gwendolyn attacked me during study. I made sure to stay away from her as well to avoid any attempt to complete what she started, call it fear or anything but I definitely wouldn't risk my life to test her. All I've done is sneak out of my room to my mother's room which happens to be the last place Gwendolyn would be. Having heard the gravity of Dad's punishment on her, I know she wouldn't try anything stupid but I can never be too sure either. Sitting on the floor of my mother's room, right next to her sick bed, I held her hand and raised it up to me while staring at her face. She hasn't moved an inch for over a year now and even when she does, it's either she cries of pain or a maid helps. She has been struck by this strange sickness which many healers propose to be an effect of poison. Even the best healers say the same. Father has gone in and out of Odyssey numerous times in search of a cure but all to no avail. She remains bedridden, unable
Richard We were all gathered by the lake under the dark sky while the palace maids gathered wood at the center of the gathering to make fire while we waited for any of the old alphas to address us. They had already assembled, each one sitting in the order of the rank they held and since it was a meeting for everyone and not only the males, every werewolf and of course, each with their mates. The pack was often divided into segments but today, everyone sat together except the oldest members of the pack who were referred to as elders as they have fought many wars before us and even before our fathers. "Greetings my dear family," King Harold, my father, greeted as he began. It was his signature way of welcoming the pack together and making them feel closer to him by calling then his family. "It's been a long time since we all sat down together under the dark sky to discuss, I can't even begin to express how excited I am about how large we have grown since our last meeting, little c
Richard "Do not get me wrong, son. That she wasn't my mate does not mean that I did not love her." He corrected, and gently lowered himself so that he was sitting on the dry land and I did the same. "I lost my mate long before I met your mother. My mate was an unhealthy wolf who died just two weeks after I had found her while your mum was the princess of this land and her mate was an arrogant brute." "Hmmm, this is getting quite interesting." I whispered. "I had a soft spot for your mum's innocence, her care, large heart and soft voice and especially her beauty." He smiled, "Have you seen any woman around who is built like your mother or whose wolf matches that of your mother," he asked, laughing shyly and chuckled still paying full attention to him. "Her mate was quite bossy and would hit her on some occasions." "One faithful day, she smiled at me as she always does, I saw the pain in her eyes. Her eyes weren't so cheerful so I requested a meeting with the King and asked for a fi