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
Princess Yeri.I groan as the mountain of a man drags me across the castle. His grip on my arm is like a bear trap and I don’t even have the atom of strength to refrain. I stumble, dragged across the uneven ground by King Ozar all across the castle. The execution ground isn't a dank chamber, but a desolate circle carved into a rocky peak. The wind howls, whipping my cloak and banners of the surrounding.High above, the sky is a canvas of fading glory. Streaks of orange and violet bleeds across the horizon, a remnant of the setting sun. A sliver of a new moon hangs low, leaving the execution area to be an exposed ground. King Ozar lets go of me and I stand still, staring at a single post at the center. It is worn out by countless executions. Heavy, iron collar hangs from a chain and it loops around the top, glinting dully in the fading light. There are no blood staining the rocky ground. However, the elements played their part – the wind carried the tang of iron, and a testament of pas
Princess Yeri.As soon as I am out of the execution grounds, I do not look back. The gruesome sound and the instant smell of blood and death are too much for me to bear. I rush out, running through the castle corridors and my vision is blurred by tears. I can tell that my own breath is coming in ragged gasps.I burst through a side door into the courtyard where cool air hits me like a wave. I stagger into a secluded corner and my entire body convulses. Unable to hold it back any longer, I double over and I begin to vomit the contents of my stomach. I gasp, retching violently and it splatters onto the cobblestone path. After what feels like an eternity, the spasms subside. I rest my body against the stone wall and I begin to take deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.I wipe my mouth with the back of my sleeves and I close my eyes. Who am I kidding? I have to leave here if I want to feel better. I have to go back to the harem house. Quickly, I turn to the secluded corner and I b
Alpha King Ozar.“She what?” I ask, staring at Agnes’ face.There are red scratches, marring the skin of her cheek, and a hint of anger that remains in her determined eyes. Yet, despite the visible injury, I know the most scorching one is her pride that has been attacked.“This is what you get for bringing her to the castle without my permission.” I say.“Your majesty!” Agnes says, begging for justice. Yet, she will not say it. I know if she wanted to defend herself from Yeri, she could have but duty bound her.“Where is she?” The dowager asks, walking into the scene with Lady Mehera.“In her chambers. She has locked herself in.” Clipper says.“This is not a behaviour of a consort.” The dowager seethes.I drive a hand through my hair. I do not want to say anything or be a part of this conversation because I know it is partly my fault too. I have tasted a part of Yeri’s anger but what I did not think is that it would resurface quickly once again.“Dowager, it is my fault.” Mehera says.