Henrietta I was taking a walk around my mother's garden, accompanied by Chloe as the cool breeze of the evening graced our skin while bringing the mixed smell of flowers and fruits to out nose. It was soothing and comfortable. "My family couldn't come for the ball," Chloe stated as she plucked a few flowers, on either side of the path we walked. "Why didn't they come?" I asked and she shrugged. "I learnt from a member of the pack that they were part of those who volunteered to stay back." She said in a sad voice. "Don't be sad, Chloe, you'll see them soon." I said, "Have you seen your mate yet?" I asked in a bid to cheer her up and bright red patch formed on both sides of her face "Why weren't you there to welcome the werewolves?" I heard a voice belonging to Gwendolyn and jumped in fear when she appeared right in front of me. She was so close that I could feel hot air coming from her nose. That smile, the smirk on her face which showed just how satisfied she was with my reac
Richard "I noticed how someone almost got stripped off their clothing, right in front of everyone in the palace today." Charles said as he dropped my bags in the room which was assigned to me before sitting on the bed. He had left Marta in their room to accompany me to mine while our father decided to spend some time with King Kenneth before retiring to his room. "Who and what are you talking about?" I asked, while admiring the beauty of the room. "I'm talking about you and the princess, Gwendolyn." He blurted out and I was taken aback by his words. "What's that supposed to mean?" I sighed, holding my waist with both hands. "How do you even come up with these..these stupid ideas." I slapped my hand on my forehead. Taking my hand down and placing it under my jaw, I moved closer to the bed. "Do you even see anyone else when you're with Marta ?" I asked but all he did was remain silent. After a few minutes, his voice came up again, "I saw how she had her eyes all over you in the pa
Henrietta It's been a whole day since I got restricted because of Gwendolyn. The fact that she out smarted me triggered something in me, a very hard feeling I didn't want to access. She was beginning to make a place for herself in my life, a place of hatred, the kind that runs through the vein. Although Father had sent a guard to escort me to the study where I had classes with Gwendolyn, I was still sad because I wouldn't be able to go anywhere else aside here and my room. Not even to see mother. The moment the guards walked me to the door that led to the study, I let of a long sigh before turning the knob and opening the door. Upon entering into the room, I noticed that our chairs have been moved to different locations in the room. Gwendolyn was seated very far from me, unlike the last class where we sat side by side. This time, we were opposite each other but at a great distance almost at the rooms walls while Sir Bernard had his desk at the center of the room, and whenever he
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