Princess Yeri.I don’t have a reason to move an inch. I thought about it. Should I just go out and get a plate of food? I need strength if I am to continue thinking about everything that has happened. However, the moment I tried to open the door, it became useless…I lost reason. So, I stayed back in the bedroom.The sun slants through the high arched windows, casting a thin rectangle of light onto the bed. It illuminates a sliver of my cheekbone, stark against the pallor of her skin. I squint my eyes. I must have forgot to close it earlier when the sky was blue and cold. I lay perfectly still. My once vibrant eyes sink and dull beneath closed lids. My hair, usually a cascade of glossy curls, lay tangled and dull around my face.The sheets beneath me are rumpled and damp with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to her thin frame. The air in the small chamber hung heavy, thick with the scent of despair and neglect. Three days. It had been three days since I last left this room, since the wo
Alpha King Ozar.I did not expect what I would see when I broke down the door of her chambers. It was just three days ago that I last saw her. Yet, the effect of her sorrow was strange as if it had been years since we saw each other. The tangled mess of her hair, the pallor of her skin, the dark circles beneath her sorrowful eyes – it is an image of despair that rippled my heart. As the servants match out of the room. I begin to work. My expression is a complex mix of concern and urgency. I cannot let Yeri retreat back into the self-imposed darkness. Yet, every fiber of me is being recoiled from the thought of manhandling her. I need to be firm, but careful.With a strength born of desperation, I guide her, not push. My arm encircles her waist, more to support than restrain. I can feel the fragility of Yeri’s frame, and the tremors that wracks her body. Each step towards the bed is a struggle. Her voice is weak but laced with defiance."Let me go!" she squeals, her words slur sligh
Princess Yeri.It has been two days since I heard what Agnes said. She said the king didn’t behead the bandits and then, she looked at him, apologizing for saying it as if the king warned her not to. Why would he lie to me? Why would he say that he killed him when he didn’t? I don’t understand what is going on and why the king is doing this to me.It's been two days and I still do not understand what is going on. I thought about it, should I go to the castle and find out? But how exactly am I supposed to find out? The last time I saw the king I basically tried to kill him in broad daylight. I saw when shards of the cutleries removed blood from his forehead and yet, I did not stop. I was struck by my anger, it got to a depth where I did not want to care about how he made me feel in the recent days. All I wanted was for him to pay.My biggest question is why, why did you lie? Teresa walks into the room and she sighs, seeing that I am still thinking about it. No one can blame me, the od
Alpha King Ozar.“Are you falling for that girl?” Clipper asks.I just returned back from the stables and I have not even wrapped my mind around what has just happened between Yeri and I.“Clipper,” I say, about to prove him wrong.“Do not break the bond.” He says.“Why not?” I ask.“Cause you do not have a second chance mate. You are a dragon blood wolf, the fact that you even found Yeri is fate itself.” Clipper says and I take off my coat, fixing it at the arm chair.“Her brother is magnus.” I state, as a fact, trying to reconcile them together.“And you have slept with his sister in more occasions than one, made her your consort and by the blessing of the heavens, she could bear your child.” Clipper says.“She cannot and must no bear a child for me. It will complicate things.”“Why can’t she?” Clipper says.“My wolf’s aura is too hot; it may not settle a seed in a woman’s belly.” I say.“Well, this woman is you bloody wait. Thus, you can expect a child from her. The only way you can
Princess Yeri.“You are making me visit you here. Why did you evade my invitation over and over again?” Lady Camille asks. I walk into the courtyard of the harem house where is wating for me. Did I receive her invitations? Yes, did I pretend like Florence never gave it to me? Yes, again.“What? You are too much of grace to come here but your king has reduced me to this.” I say, folding my hands and cuddling myself as strong wind passes in the midst of us, ruffling our dresses.“You are such an ingrate. I led you to speak to Ozar and you do not even offer thanks to me.” Camille says, pointing her finger at me and I stare in the opposite direction.“I am tired of going to the castle.” I say.“What…from what I overheard in the stables. Ozar seems to be in the right with you.” Camille says.“You were eavesdropping?” I ask, staring at her in shock.“I was there to see if you would try to lash at him again. I was there to protect you from your own anger.” She says and I scoff, rolling my eye
ContdPrincess Yeri.“You have to protect her for me.” I say, holding Camille’s hand and staring into her eyes and begging her.“Do not beg me, Yeri. I made sure to put them in this department and now, I will put Diana in the easiest department there is.” Camille says to me and I wipe my tears.“If you want to keep a close eye on them, you can just move into the castle. You will, regardless, the consort moves into the castle after the king is married to the queen anyway.” Camille says and every tear stops flowing from my face.“I just had to explain to the woman who raised me as a princess that I am nothing but a consort now…” I say.“And you don’t have to remain one!” Camille says and I look up at her.“You think I want to marry king Ozar?” I ask, scoffing.“Yes, I think you can. He made you a consort in a second. Those harem women have chased this position for at least three years.”“Camille, he put me here to punish me!” I say, cutting her off.“Yes, he may have done that. But he a
Alpha King Ozar.I look at her silhouette as she walks away. I am short of words. I know what I feel for her and I know how deep those feelings can bury me if I keep on grabbing a hold of them. Yet, I don’t care…if it is to get a answer from her lips, I am willing to put myself in the depths. Mehera and Camille walks over to me. And I have to pretend as if I am not torn apart by Yeri’s smell and presence.“Your majesty.” Mehera says and I straighten my posture.“Is consort Yeri okay?” She asks and I feel the need to squint in confusion. Most queen would feel defensive about the fact that I have a full of estate of harem woman, and a consort who is required to live in the castle once she is queen.“Are you really asking that?” Camille asks, taking the question just out of my tongue.“Why not?” She says, innocently like she is unaware of the dynamics and power struggle of the castle.“N—nothing. I will leave you two.” Camille answers, walking away and Mehera looks at me once again.“Is i
Alpha King Ozar. After the meeting, I ordered the offenders to be taken to the skull grounds—the location where they would either be flogged to death, or beheaded in sight. “You don’t want to bring consort Yeri into it?” Clipper asks. The answer is obvious. Yeri and I are already in what I would call a good place, these past few days, we have seen each other’s hearts. I have gotten closer to her than ever before but if I bring her into this, it would be taking us back to the beginning. I don’t want to ruin the moment between us. I don’t want to go back to bickering and seething. The door opens and Agnes walks right in. “Your majesty, I have called for Yeri. She is in the castle already?” “Excuse me?” I ask, looking at her in a tread of anger. “You were not making the decision quickly. Regardless of your thoughts, she is the only one who can tell if those men are from Elanor or not.” Agnes state, bowing her head. “You had no right.” I seethe at her and she bows even lower. “Oza