She could sense Drakken was mad before he climbed off the horse. It was all getting too repetitive. Him seeing her with his brother and wanting to separate them as soon as possible.Drakken moved swiftly to drag Eleanor away from Benjamin, but she was not having any of his complaints this time."I thought I told you to leave her alone," he growled."Relax. He saved me back in the woods. There is no need to be mean," Eleanor said. "You are overreacting."Her words felt like a slap to the face because Drakken never expected she would defend his brother. His fury knew no bounds. "Why are you so adamant about defying me? Have I not made myself clear enough?" His voice got louder, but not loud enough to gather attention."You may be king, but you cannot decide who I choose to acquaint myself with," Eleanor stated. His reasons for frequently acting this way were unknown to her. He barely told her anything and just expected her to dance to the tune of his music."The girl is right," Benjamin
Drakken was troubled throughout the forest scout and was hardly focused. George did him the privilege of engaging in conversation with Gwendolyn to divert her attention from pissing him off, while Duncan rode far ahead, keeping to himself as usual.Drakken knew he hurt Eleanor. She was probably crying somewhere in her room and wallowing in anguish. That had to be the reason why his heart ached. He called it the mate's curse, and he found it worse in this instance because had no idea how to handle a human's emotion. It was such an intense and raw one, or maybe hers just felt that way.He desperately wanted to make things right, but all he had done was more damage.Gwendolyn's laughter subdued as George's horse galloped faster to catch up with him."Are you done having fun?" Drakken did not spare him a glance as he spoke. "You are enjoying yourself way too much.""I figured you were not in the mood for a chat, so I did you the honor. You are welcome." He looked behind him and saw Gwendo
Eleanor dried the last of her tears when evening came. The library was shockingly a good hideout spot to cry without interruption. Eleanor did not know how long she sat there, nor how long she had been crying. She rose to her feet, walked out of the library, and thankfully for her, Evie was nowhere in sight worrying about where she had been.She headed straight for her room to rest as Emma had advised, following a secret passageway that would guarantee not running into anyone. Her eyes were too puffy for someone not to realize she had been crying.In the quiet passageway, Eleanor heard small footsteps that could be a child's. Gregory? Her suspicions were made right as he peeked out from behind a pillar he was hiding, smiling sheepishly at her."I knew it was you," Eleanor smiled back. "What are you doing?""I thought you were my nanny. She has been looking everywhere for me. We are in a game of hide and seek."She laughed. "I know that is not true. You are making the job harder for th
Drakken awoke late the next morning, and that was why he was the last to join breakfast. All heads turned as he pushed the dining door open, strolling in. They were all seated at the dining table, and thankfully, Benjamin was not present.Drakken's father frowned disapprovingly at his tardiness, raising a glass of water to his upturned lips. They held eye contact until Drakken settled on the armchair across him."Your beta here was just telling me how rogues infiltrated the pack." His father's gaze flitted from Duncan back to his. "I despise feeling like the pack is being threatened.""It is not. It would all come to blow out when the festivities are over and the guests are gone.""That is it? You are not doing anything to resolve it?""Alfred," his mother said, soothingly so as not to vex him for interrupting. "Let the boy eat."But the man went on. "He is distracted these days. Could not even take the guests on a kingdom tour yesterday. Everyone anticipated it because they thought y
Eleanor tugged on her robe and went out for a stroll that evening after a well-deserved meal and shower. She could not remember the last time she had gone for a stroll, and recent events suggested she probably should not be out alone.Still, she stepped out into the night and allowed the wind to caress her skin. She stood there for a few seconds, basking in the feel she had missed for many days. Night walks were beyond therapeutic.Eleanor went to the stables first and found the horses awake. Gregory's horse in particular. He stayed up late just like its owner always did. She patted its head as he chewed on something she could not tell.She went to the empty garden next. It seemed even more beautiful at night, the moonlight glistening down on rose petals, the beautiful serenity stealing her breath away. How come she had never visited when the sun went down?Eleanor lay down on the ground, her face up to the crescent moon. It would be a full moon in weeks, and Evie had mentioned someth
Eleanor could not get over Drakken's words three days later, and his absence that followed. He had explained everything to her but she still had concerns. It was progress, still. Eleanor had not heard him open up that much in the past months, except that one time he got drunk and told her about his engagement with the vampire princess.Late in the evening, when Eleanor and Emma finished up work for the day, Eleanor sat in the hallway, reading from a magazine, but for some reason she could not concentrate.She had been very pleased to discover everything Drakken did was for her safety. That was tangible proof that he cared for her, wasn't it? Why then did things have to be that complicated? Why had he brought her to the palace in the first place and disrupted her peaceful life?Everything would have been the way it was if he had not given Ambrose money to kidnap her. So the blame came back to Drakken. And now his father would have her killed too if he found out about her. It just kept
The palace was free from guests a week later and Drakken was more than happy to see them leave. He watched from the window in his study, taking note of the people that drove out in large numbers.His father bid some of them goodbyes, but his eyes could not find the one person they searched for. The vampire king and princess were nowhere to be seen. Drakken wanted them gone the most.The last week with them there was nothing but an inconvenience. Gwendolyn was insufferable with her meek manipulation, and her father boastful and egoistic.He had spoken to the man a handful of times about politics and philosophy. They both held too many different belief systems. Merging the kingdoms sounded more like the beginning of a rift rather than a binding unity. But Drakken's father was too blind to see the bigger picture. He only wanted his son married off for his own selfish motives.Drakken lowered his curtains after every last one of them had left and stepped out of his study, heading straight
Eleanor threw her legs out of bed the next morning, stretching out her tired bones. She stirred the fire in the burning hearth to heat it as she rubbed at her arms, chasing off the goosebumps that spread.The nights were getting colder and longer, and Eleanor wished she did not have to spend them alone. She would wake up most nights, reaching out to the space beside her bed as if expecting Drakken to be there. She was disappointed every single time. His body heat was greater than any burning hearth, more comfortable than a blanket.Pushing the thoughts of him aside, Eleanor hurriedly got dressed and went down to the healing school. She rushed inside, running into Emma who pushed a trolley of hospital supplies to the storage room."Am I on time?" she asked as Emma only shook her head in wonderment."Follow me."Emma gently nudged open a door and strode into the room. It was a big room used for storage, smelling greatly of antiseptic, disinfectants, and a hint of blood.Eleanor scrunche