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Mehera.I trailed behind Agnes, my steps are hesitant and I constantly have to look back. Bertha pushes me to go further. We have descended into the lowest servant wing. It is a dimly lit and musty part of the castle where the servants responsible for cleaning the pipes and other menial tasks resided. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and the unpleasant odor of the castle's inner workings.The corridors are narrow and the walls are lined with worn, wooden doors, each leading to small, cramped rooms where the lowest-ranking servants slept.“This is where that whore deserves to be.” Agnes whispers and I look at Bertha who smiles.“What about her servants?” I ask.“Those fools…I have departed them from her. I have sent them to another division.” Agnes says and a part of me feels sorry for Yeri. But what can I do? This is not about her. It is about me being the queen that I deserve. Maybe when this is over, I will recover her from here and place her somewhere slightly better.
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Princess Yeri.“Answer me!” Camille shrieks.I sniff, looking at the ground and holding the pieces of my clothes together. Throughout the night, I had been in the same position, pondering…wondering. Where did I go wrong? Where did I leave my weaknesses? How could this happen? The second letter wasn’t from Collins. Someone did this to me and it’s someone in the castle.“Yeri, I’m speaking to you!” Camille says and I pinch myself. As soon as I close my eyes, a streak of hot tears rolls down my cheeks. I cannot forget how Ozar looked at me. Was it the moment where he held me close? As he inquired, searching for the reasons why I would do this…I saw his eyes cower with tears. From the depths of his being, I broke his heart. I broke the warrior to the point where he couldn’t control his own tears. I look at my empty finger. He has taken back all of his promises, he hates me.“You will rot in here if you don’t speak to me!”“Do you think I am stupid enough to do something like that?” I ask
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Princess Yeri.The smell of horse dung is thick in the air. I tie a napkin around my nose and mouth in a desperate attempt to block out the worst of the stench, but it does little to help. My hands are dirty, gripping the handle of a broom as I sweep the muck into a bucket.The straw on the floor is mixed with dung and urine. I stick my tongue into my throat in order to control myself from vomiting. I put my weight into each sweep, my arms are aching from the effort. For a moment, I stop to stare at my hands, they are red, begging me to stop doing this to them. The sweat from my brow drip down, soaking the fabric tied around her face.“Wow, you finally did it.” A stable boy says, looking around. He is a man with warm bronze skin, light brown hair, which is tousled and slightly too long, falling into his eyes. His eyes are a clear shade of hazel, flecked with hints of green and gold. His clothes are simple—worn trousers and a loose, sleeveless shirt that clung to his form with sweat,
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Alpha King Orizon.I extended my hands to Mehera. My expression is stern—I can’t help it. My eyes are distant too and for this, Mehera hesitates for just a moment before placing her fingers into mine. The cello player, stationed at the side of the grand hall, begins to draw the bow across the strings, filling the room with a sombre melody. The rich, deep notes of the cello resonate through the space, adding a weight to the atmosphere that matched the tension on my face."A step to part.” The instructor says.The dance begins. I take a step back. Mehera mirrors my steps, her gown swishes around her ankles as she moved in time with me. There is a palpable distance, a lack of warmth that is evident even in the way our hands touch. I don’t know how to pretend as if I didn’t suffer an heartbreak two days ago. It is four days to the royal wedding. A wedding that is to take place between I and a woman that I am distant to. I am many things but it is never a pretender.We come together briefl
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ContdAlpha King Orizon.“Do you even like her?”“Do you even want this or are you just angry?”“Are you just making decisions in anger?” Camille expresses. I have not replied to one of her questions yet, she continues to put them forward. I do not look up from my task. I run a cloth along the length of the blade, his focus seemingly entirely on the weapon in his hands. The rhythmic motion of my cleaning is almost hypnotic, the metal gleams brighter with each pass.At the last question, silence stretches out. The only sound being made is the quiet rasp of the cloth against steel.“Camille, do not ask brother about these things. Do not know he cried?” Asher says and I lift my attention to him.Seeing that, Asher turns his face away and Camille looks at me in worry.“Your cried?” She asks.“No.” I say, fixing my sword in its scabbard.“You cannot let this pain consume you. You can’t make decisions in retaliation.”“Mehera is here because I told the dowager that I was ready to marry in t
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Princess Yeri.“Dasmey?” I say, and she looks back at me, proceeding to fold the laundry.“Yes.” She states and I take that as my chance to come forward.“Were you able to pass a word to Camille? Did you tell her that I want to see her?” I ask.“She is prince Kaine’s wife. No servant can just go to a royal, especially not a servant who works at the pipe and oil quarters.” Damsey says and I exhale.“So, no?” I ask.Damsey lets go of what she is doing and she turns to look at me.“I asked one of my friends in the castle to try and pass a word but I doubt it will ever get to her. You can only hope.” She“Thank you, Damsey.” I say, showing appreciating but it doesn’t reach my eyes.“Have you not given yet? How is it that you have not accepted your reality?” Damsey contends.“You have been a servant all your life. I have been a princess for all my own life. I have the world tongue, why would I accept this reality?” I begin.“People you have lost everything.” Damsey says, flatly—her eyes it
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Alpha King Ozar.I cross my legs, sitting side by side to Mehera. I have a workload if shit to do yet, I have to listen to the rules and regulations of matrimony. The matrons of intimacy have been going from one law to another as if I am a novice in bedding a woman.“A woman is delicate as a flower, you must remember that, Your majesty.” The male matron says and I nod, participating mindlessly.Talking about flowers, the scent of Yeri’s skin is nothing short of roses. Kissing her…heavens, kissing her made me feel like a good man. Like a man who had the world in the palm of his hands. I have conquered kings and queens, warriors and chariots, but the feeling of being a conqueror was most felt when I held Yeri, looked into her eyes and believed that she had feelings for me too.Such an idiot.“A king has his needs and Lady Mehera, you must remember to satisfy your husband completely…” The female matron continues and I exhale.“You must be submissive to your king….”Talking about submissi
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Princess Yeri.I don’t know how to feel being back in the castle.Strangely, I miss it. I put off the veil from my head, thinking back to what happened in the courtyard. He knew it was me. I have never seen him act as fast like that. If Camille didn’t pull his hand back, he would have torn the veil off my face. Does this mean that he is still thinking about me? Or does it mean he hates me so much that he cannot stand the presence of my scent? Which one is it? My wolf is grieving for we have been abandoned. Abandoned in a situation where we played no part on. Now, now that I know who did this to me…I cannot sit back and do nothing. Mehera did not just mess with me. She played with the future of my kingdom and take everything back from her.As the door opens, I rise on my feet in haste until I see that its Camille, bringing in Diana. The sight of my governess soothes my frayed nerves, and I exhale a long, deep breath that I didn't realize I had been holding. The tension in my body vis
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