ContdAlpha King Orizon.“Your majesty?” Mehera calls me.The maidservants are done in preparing the blankets on the grass and I head back towards her. The picnic arrangement is set in a picturesque meadow on the castle grounds. A large, ornate blanket is spread out on the soft grass, embroidered with the royal crest and patterns of gold and burgundy. The blanket is surrounded by a variety of cushions for comfort. A low table had been placed on the blanket, laden with an assortment of delicacies. There are plates of fresh fruits, cheeses, and meats, as well as a selection of pastries and breads. A silver pitcher of wine stands in the center, accompanied by two finely crafted goblets.“Please, take your seat.” I say, scratching my nose. If I could rewind time, I would never let what happened the carriage happen again. Truly, it feels wrong…as if touching another woman was both disgusting and dishonourable. Why? What has changed about me? If it were Yeri, I would have never let go of he
Princess Yeri.I wait at the door until Collins comes out. I don’t understand how a sibling of the king is reduced to working as bookkeeper in the castle, under his own brother’s regime. Yet, it is simple to understand because I know who Ozar is and I just happen to know that he hates Collins. My question is, did Collins really join hands with my brother? Did he seek out to treason in the first place? As I wait, scholars of the castle in their academic uniforms pass my side and they take second glances at me. Before coming here, I had to drag and pull out the information from Camille. Finally, she told me that Collins had been sent to the bookkeeping part of the castle and I just happened to force the whereabouts from her mouth.Scholars Aclove.This wing is nestled away from the main castle, it is supposed to be sanctuary for the kingdom's intellectuals. And from what I can see, it is a place where the whispers of history and the hum of scholarly debate strives in the air. As every s
ContdPrincess Yeri.“The king must not see us together.” Collins says.“I don’t care.” I say and he squints his eyes at me.“What do you mean you don’t care Yeri?” He asks and I exhale.“It is exactly what I said.” I repeat.“The last time he saw us together…” Collins says, stepping back as he remembers.“He almost killed you, his own brother, I saw it—”“No, you didn’t see Ozar’s nature. He could hurt you if he were to get a sniff of this.” Collins says and I become quiet. After seeing the manner in which the color of my face drains, he pauses and takes a step closer.“I need your help.” I say, unable to control the stream of tears that rolls off my eyes. And Collins, as if he knew the tear would be rolling off, he catches it with his thumb and I gaze into his eyes.“Do you still want to commit treason?” I ask.“How can I dare move along with it? It is my fault that you are here and your brother is nowhere to be found—”“Magnus is alive.” I cut him off.“You know where he is?” Colli
Alpha King Ozar.“No one?”“No one, your majesty. They are full proof records, no one would just have access to it.” The lead guard of my chamber says.“What are you thinking? I brought the files to you myself in order to avert a situation like this. Apart from us, the only other people who know about this are the ministers of defence and recruitment. What are we missing here?” Kaine says and I exhale.“Your majesty, have you forgotten that you brought consort Yeri here?” Agnes says and I look at her.“Consort Yeri?” Kaine says, looking back at me.“It was a few days ago…” Agnes says.I am silent. I simply do not want to believe that it could be Yeri. I won’t even make it an option.“Y—yes…it’s true.” The lead guard says and we deviate our attention to him.“A few days ago, I was present when Consort Yeri left the room for a short while.” The lead guard says.“Tell me what happened.” I say, the tenor of my voice has increased to a tone more noticeable.“Consort Yeri left to get a cup
Princess Yeri.I place a hand on my neck, trying to feel the self-sustained injury on my neck but it isn’t there. I am gazing at Ozar, and he reaches one hand to me. My breath comes in short, sharp bursts as I try to process what has just happened.Without a moment's hesitation, my free hand flew through the air, landing a sharp slap across Ozar's face. His face turned slightly from the impact and I glare at him or at least for his reaction. My chest heaves with the effort of my actions and my hand I still pressed against my neck, feeling the residual warmth from where Ozar had been.“That is for making that mad woman drag me here!” I scream.“Why did you do that?” He asks, his voice holds a growl. What is this? He is concerned that I tried to hurt myself? I am not allowed to hurt myself but he can allow that wench do his bidding. I know Ozar, I have been studying him and to pull myself out of that interrogative situation, I did the only thing I felt he would react to. Hurting myself
Mehera.“It has happened again.” Agnes says, walking inside my chambers just as I was writing a letter to my mother about how it is going in the castle. I want to tell her that the king took me to the castle grounds, how I told him about my heart…but I have to exclude what happened in the carriage. Ever since it happened, I haven’t stopped blushing. My heart is still alive as if today was the first day I was having a crush on the king. It feels like my teenage years when I first set my eyes on him. I am completely in love and devoted to him. I cannot wait to be his wife. I write, before lifting my head to see Agnes.“Agnes, what are you doing here?”“I said it has happened again.” She repeats and I had the letter to my maidservant.“What has?” I ask.“Yeri. She has managed to slip from the punishment.” Agnes says. I look at my servants and they know their cue to leave the room.“Her servant has been whipped, what are you talking about?” I ask.“The king left the picnic early because t
Alpha King Ozar.Again.She has put an edge between us but I don’t blame her for it. I blame myself for hurting eery time she does it. I have done it times without number but I have finally gotten to a point where I can no longer treat her like she doesn’t exist. I could have seen the paleness on her face and walked away, I could have…but the mate bond kept me grounded like a pillar. And now, I am waiting outside the dowager’s court like a man who is not a dragon wolf blood.As soon as the door opens, I turn to see her and it is Mehera I see first.“Your majesty, what are you still doing here?” She asks and just as I open my mouth.“I—” Yeri comes out and I am even more perplexed by the look of her face.“Are you sure you are okay?” Camille asks as they come out together.“Of course.” She says and her eyes falls on me.She forced a smile, a brittle attempt to reassure Camille but the stark contrast between her forced cheer and the ashen hue of her skin is a betrayal. My heart pounds i
Princess Yeri.“And why would you tell him that!?” Diana yells at Alice.“I—” Alice stutters, unable to speak.“Say something, Alice.” Beth says.“I couldn’t help myself. That lady Mehera was there and it was her servants that framed me for stealing her jewellery.” Alice says, sniffing.I am standing at the large mirror, staring at m reflection. I have taken at least two cups of jasmine and moringa tea. And just as the physician said, it helped my mood and my face isn’t as ghostly as it was this morning. Needless to say, I am still in a bad mood. My fingers skilfully braids my long, silken hair, working swiftly. When the physician told me that I would get better just by drinking the tea, I thought she was lying until I vividly saw my face getting colour. Regardless, I concentrate on getting my hair out of her face. Each braid tightens, an attempt to bring some semblance of order to the chaos around her and within her.Behind me, the room is buzzed with tension. Alice, Beth and Diana s