EVELYNThe King left the chamber for his study, and I was free from the ordeal.Instead of going to the kitchen as requested, I went straight to my bedroom, moving quickly to avoid alerting Mrs. Porter. If the head maid discovered I was planning to hide in my room rather than move on to my next task, I would be dead meat.As I approached my bedroom, I noticed a figure lingering in the corridor. It was Elsa. The young maid stared at the floor, looking dejected.I stopped and considered my next move for a moment, unsure of what to do.After the encounter in the maid’s quarters, I had no idea why she was here. Our budding friendship was likely over. Like every friend I had tried to make in the palace, Elsa probably loathed me now.Elsa heard my footsteps and looked up, her expression unreadable as she met my gaze. Once I stood before her, her soft pink lips drew into a thin line.“We need to talk, Evelyn,” she said bluntly.Against my better judgment, I decided to let her into my room.I
EVELYNThe welcome banquet was very large, far grander than I could have imagined.The hall was filled to the brim with the Alpha King’s honored guests. As my eyes swept over the room, I struggled to count the number of attendees. I guessed this affair was as big as the banquet when Cole Elrod was crowned King, though I hadn’t been present for that event.The last banquet I’d attended was my engagement party, which Cole had ruined completely.All around me, trays were being passed around the room. The banquet had not yet formally begun. Guests were being served hors d’oeuvres and refreshments until the Alpha King’s arrival. Cole seemed to be taking his time, so everyone waited patiently.While I carried a tray filled with glasses of wine past the main banquet table, I noticed a few special guests: Lord Marcel Fox and his two daughters, Skyla and Ophelia.They were seated next to Mistress Anastasia. The two young women chatted eagerly with the Dowager Queen, who responded with a smile.
EVELYNMy existence in the palace was a secret. I should have been in Windsburn with my parents if the King hadn’t ordered the guards pull me away and seperate me from my family before we boarded the ship to Windsburn.He said that working as heavy labor wouldn’t be enough for me to redeem my betrayal. He wanted to torment me with his own hands.I supposed the reason why this was a secret was because no law in Hescor that had ever stated the King should punish a criminal by caging her in the palace as his mistress. That would be a disgrace to the royalty.Time seemed to stop entirely. The moment Skyla revealed my name, all attention would be on me and then the gossip and slander would take over the banquet. I wonder what would happen next.Some of the guests began to murmur. But just as Skyla was about to finish her sentence, Lord Marcel intervened.“Mind your language and behavior,” he scolded her, his nostrils flaring with disdain. “You are causing a scene, Skyla, and you’re acting i
EVELYNLuna Selection.I frowned.That explained the reason why Anastasia had arranged such an extravagant banquet and invited the beautiful Fox sisters.The Selection was a time-honored tradition in the Hescor Empire. It was a brutal fact that not every werewolf found a fated Mate, and sometimes, the Alpha’s fated Mate wasn’t suitable for the Luna position.Many Kings in the history of Hescor had held a Luna Selection to choose a proper wife, including Cole’s late father. King Theodore had a Selection at the age of 22 and chose his first Luna after the ceremony: Lady Claudia Crawford - Jack’s mother.Though it was called the Luna Selection, there weren’t many choices of females. According to the tradition and the kingdom’s standards, a proper Luna should have been nurtured and raised in one of the great Houses.The title of the ceremony sounded interesting enough, but it wasn’t the romantic event it alluded to being. It was indeed a brutal competition and had little to do with love.T
EVELYNI stood there for a moment, utterly taken aback.Mistress Anastasia wanted an audience with me?When I stared at Mrs. Porter in confusion and remained frozen in place, the head maid glowered at me, her icy blue eyes flashing with disdain.“Did you not hear her?” she demanded, gesturing at the dowager queen’s personal maid. “She told you the dowager queen requires your presence and you’re standing there like a bloody fool. Get properly dressed at once, Evelyn.”Her glare grew deeper and a shiver, as well as a phantom pain, ran down my spine. I knew well what happened when orders were disobeyed, and I could not risk punishment at the hands of Mrs. Porter.“I’m sorry,” I apologized quickly and offered them a small bow. “I will dress at once.”As I turned on my heels, the maids closed the door to grant me some privacy, and I readied myself at once. I removed my nightgown and traded it for another dress, this one a deep navy blue. It was similarly simple as the dress I’d worn to the
EVELYNSkyla’s eyes looked feline as they stared into mine and for a moment. We remained frozen, as if testing who would make the first move. The candle flickered in her hands, and after a minute, shadows underscored her raised chin.“It is indeed you, Evelyn Caddel,” she said, her honeyed voice cruel and arrogant. Her lips curled into a smirk as she moved the candle toward me.I frowned. “Where is Her Grace?”“Her Grace?” Skyla repeated back with a small laugh. “You didn’t think it was Aunt Anastasia who wanted to see you, did you?”I gritted my teeth a little and my temper swelled within me.I wanted to wipe the smirk right off of Skyla’s lovely face.“Look at you,” she laughed again, and she cocked her head to the side as she assessed me. “The proud Evelyn Caddel, reduced to a maid in the royal palace. How does it feel, I wonder, to be a peasant servant, forced to clean up after the people you once thought were your friends? I have to say it suits you well. You look so much better w
COLEI gazed down at the golden crest resting on the center of my desk. The embossment gleamed in the candlelight, its rich hue standing out from the ivory countertop and I felt my lips settle into a frown of discontent.I had recognized the crest immediately when I first spotted it at the House of Crawford. It was unmistakable- an image of a griffin spreading its wings, talons clamped around a rose.As I stared down at it, discontent turned to frustration.This crest had belonged to my brother Jack’s soldiers.And it had been found on two attackers who attempted to kill me the night we arrived at Lord Crawford’s.None of it made any sense at all. I had been invited to Crawford’s wedding personally, only to be met with attempted violence and a mystery I had yet to solve.A year had passed since the war ended, but the memories haunted me almost every night. My dreams were all nightmares now, each more vivid and brutal than the next. No matter how much soothing tea I forced down, no mat
COLEI frowned deeply as I took in the sight of the head servant before me. I had never seen Mr. Barrett look so horrified. He was known for his statue-like composure, so to see his eyes so wide and his chest heaving with heavy breaths, I knew something was wrong.“I-I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” he apologized as I rose to my feet. Alarm painted his expression, and his mouth trembled. “I-I didn’t mean to burst in unannounced.”“What happened?” I demanded, not out of anger but concern. Flynn stood too, flanking me with a hand on the sword he wore at his side. I glanced beyond him, but there was no one else there but Skyla Fox. “Where’s Aiden?”My King’s Guard should have stopped the servant and the lady before they reached my office, as was his duty.Why was he absent from his post?“M-Mr. Moran h-has gone ahead,” Mr. Barrett stammered as he pointed vaguely to the hallway. “T-there has been an accident in the garden, Your Majesty.”The head servant tried to maintain his composure, but it w