“Flavian is the man of my dreams! From being a brilliant Alpha to also being a gentleman to everyone.” I dreamily sighed. “How I would trade everything to be his mate.”
My eyes caught my lady’s maid softly shaking her head in the mirror as she did my hair. My brows furrowed as I ask, “You doubt me, Ellie?” “It’s just that—“ she sighs. “Most girls, if not all, envy your position, Princess. They would die to live your life. Who would’ve thought their Princess dreams of being in another person’s shoes?” A small smile cracked my face. As I checked myself out in the mirror, I saw the person Ellie was talking about. Dressed in a peach dress that could’ve fed a family for a year, with accessories that could’ve fed them for longer. A carefully styled updo with a pretty tiara placed on top. A Princess who yearns for something less than what she already is. “She’s not satisfied, it means.” A voice appeared from the door. Ellie and the rest of my lady’s maid turned to look at the person and immediately bowed. While I knew the voice too well and kept my gaze straight. The person entered without permission and stalked towards my vanity, where I was getting ready. Her shoes clacked the floor, sounding more expensive than mine. “It seems my sister has been having delusions about the new Alpha of that rowdy House of late.” “I’d rather not call it delusions, sister,” I replied, finding my hands on my lap and clenching them. She saw. And she chuckles. “Do not be too tense, Akira. Have you not missed me? It’s been a few fortnights since I have left and now I am back, and you’re not even the slightest thrilled to see me?” I sigh and relax my grip. My gaze rose to meet hers. My chestnut eyes softened as they met her strong, vibrant blues. “Of course, I am. I was just displeased with how you called my interest to Flavian. Welcome back, sister—Clara.” Clara is the 3rd Princess who was just wed to the High Priest of the House of Sorcery. And ever since they were little, she and I’s ideals have always clashed. Clara’s dream was to fulfill her duty and marry into a strong house to provide strong allies for the crown, but I have always seen that as shallow. Does she not mind being used? I have always questioned her values, but for others, she is the ideal Princess. After all, that’s the only use we princesses have. Secure the crown for the clan to maintain peace and prosperity for the United Realms. I always roll my eyes whenever I am reminded of it. “You know, Akira, now that I’m wed, you replace my position as the most eligible maiden in all the United Realms,” she says and fixes my tiara. We lock eyes in the mirror. “What will the people think when they find out you fantasize about the new Alpha, who—let me say it honestly—is leading the most unstable House? You’ll be setting up Father for ruin.” I subtly gritted my teeth. My blood was boiling inside but I made sure to keep a leveled expression. I’d rather die than give my sister the satisfaction of getting under my skin. “You’re right.” I faked a smile. “My crown is not worth sacrificing to be the Lady of that House.” She smiled, thinking we finally agreed on something. Little did she know, she only fueled my desire to be Flavian’s Luna… to spite her. I wonder if she’ll finally pull my hair out because it’s an expression I frequently see whenever I irk her. “I’m glad we’re on the same page, Akira.” I waited until she left and was out of earshot when I called my lady’s maids to come closer. My smile was long gone. “Change my clothes, we’re paying a visit to the Alpha Flavian.” — It was an unannounced visit, so when my shoes first stepped out of the carriage, all eyes from all kinds of people—wolves—stopped what they were doing and stared at me with piercing eyes. When I moved to step out fully, they bowed their heads. For rowdy werewolves, I was surprised to see them pay me so much respect. Of course, save for the pups who did not stop playing and running around, without a care in the world. I paid them no heed for they were still young. “Princess!” A guard approached me with wide eyes. His hasty approach alerted my knight who stepped in front. “Ah, sorry mate,” he apologizes. “It’s alright, Sir Lark,” I tell my knight. He steps back stiffly. My eyes meet the guard’s and I smile. “May I speak to Alpha Flavian?” “A-Ah, of course, your highness. Please, follow me.” I noticed he hesitated a bit before complying. My head faintly tilted because of it. Perhaps the Alpha is already entertaining a guest? We followed the guard into the tall, dark mansion. This was the House itself. What we passed by earlier was the town where the pack lived. And here is where the Alpha’s immediate family and other officials of the pack live. I immediately felt chills run down my nape with the eerie aura. My sensitive motor senses did not just end at my five senses. I could feel an ominous aura inside. Perhaps I could’ve visited at a better time. We ended up at a large double door which the guard knocked on. I could hear a few voices inside that stopped because of the knock. “Her royal highness, the 4th Princess Akira Mair is here, Alpha,” his loud voice boomed in the hallway, temporarily shattering the tension. “Come in.” I heard that familiar, heart-fluttering voice again. My shoulders slightly eased as the guard opened the door and led me inside. The thought of seeing him was the only thing keeping me from bolting out of this spine-chilling place. I expected to meet with the gentle, charming, and tame sky-blue eyes but I audibly gasped when I met with the exact opposite ones, with furrowed brows as a cherry on top. Who is this feral wolf and why is it glaring at me?! “You are scaring the princess.” I searched for the owner of the voice and found who I’d been looking for. There he is. There’s my prince. I looked back at this…monster and caught him snickering away. “Pardon me, but you are?” I could not help but ask. My brow rose when he blatantly ignored me. Good thing Flavian was there to do anything but leave me hanging. “Princess, do forgive my brother,” he said and it took everything in me to not look ‘too’ shocked. That’s his brother? The infamous Fenrir Fauntleroy? By God. No wonder the house had such a dark aura. The devil incarnate is here. I could not hold back a sneer at the mad dog. Thankfully, his Princely brother is here to make up for all his shortcomings. I looked at Flavian, determined to only look at him for the remainder of my visit, which will be as short as possible—much to my dismay. But I cannot, for the life of me, take another minute in the same room as Fenrir Fauntleroy. “I apologize for the discourtesy; however, I have a proposal for the Alpha.” Flavian blinked. “Please continue, your Highness.” I flashed him my perfectly practiced Princess smile. “You may know I am the most eligible maiden in the entire realm, and I have carefully chosen among the Houses. I have come to entertain my interest in the House of the Wolves. This means, Alpha Flavian, I am offering you my hand in marriage.” Sister Clara, Father, and the rest of the realms. I know you are watching.The first time I laid my eyes on Flavian Fauntleroy was a mere few fortnights ago.It was at the annual Assembly, where leaders and their families from all houses gathered to discuss the realm’s issues. I was not the Princess with the best social skills, nor was I known to be amiable or approachable. But that night, he was the first to come to me.I always thought of myself to be a wallflower. Because that was what my sisters called me. I may be the prettiest out of all of us, but I was also the dullest. My line of gentlemen wasn’t as long as my sisters, because I could not offer as much personality as them.But he saw me and walked up to me.“Your Highness.” He curtsied. There it was. The swoon-worthy sky-blue eyes stared at me like I was the most precious person he’d laid his eyes on. He smiles at me and I return it, utterly caught in a daze. For someone like me, who was not a fan of shallow conversations, I enjoyed our conversation that revolved around astrology, geography, and gee
“You are making the biggest mistake yet, Akira.”What a warm, pleasant greeting from my least favorite sister. I let out a long, exhausted sigh. I believe the palace will not give me a rest tonight, after hearing about my actions at the House of the Wolves.“Werewolves, really? And without even consulting Father?” She sneers. Her lady’s maids were whispering behind her. Mine were awfully quiet, to my surprise. I doubt they haven’t been gossiping before I returned.“Why not werewolves? They are strong, formidable allies. The most ferocious in all the realms,” I defend, raising a brow at her. She huffs.“Most ferocious and barbaric. They’re the most dangerous House in all the realms! What were you thinking?”“What is this commotion?” Aesira asks, nearing us. Our other sisters followed suit. Great. I have yet to make it to my chambers and I’m already being bombarded in this random hall of the palace.“There is a strange rumor going around. I ought to have it verified by your own tongue,
“The 4th Princess of the United Realms, first of her name, Lady of the Tengyan Sea, her Royal highness Akira Mair.”The heavy double doors creaked open after they announced my entrance. I curtsy upon meeting the King’s gaze and slowly walked towards him, testing the waters. Is he mad? Rightfully so. Will he stop me? Perhaps. Why is he wearing a blank face? I do not know.Leaning back on his iron throne, a magnificent chair with spikes that could pierce an entire nation and the very spikes that keep said nation afloat. The spikes sharpened every day by its owner. The King. My father.Who, unsurprisingly, gives me attention only a handful of times a year. I dare say I crave it, but it’s enough to be given even one, knowing I share his attention with eight other sisters and, oh, an entire realm.“Your majesty.”I curtsy once again as soon as I get to the proper distance. I kept my eyes on the floor. It is not proper etiquette and my etiquette governess may scold me for it, but I feel his
Once the blanket of night has thickened and the moon has peaked, the cloaked man leaves his manor in the middle of the woods. His heavy feet leave deep prints on the damp soil, and his dark cloak rides the wind with every move. Yet despite all his weight, he moved swiftly and was light on his feet; hinting that a mighty fighter hides behind the baggy cloak. Under his hood he hides a beastly pair of raven eyes, glinting with mischief under the moonlight. Whenever he leaves his manor, the entire pack shudders to think what the crazy beast has behind his mischievous eyes.He was known by multiple names and titles, and he lives up to dutifully: the mad dog of the House of the Wolves, Flavian’s disgrace of a brother, the curse of the Fauntleroys, and so many more. He is the living big bad wolf in human fairytales. He is the nightmare, the unhinged, and the cursed.But the first name he was ever given, was Fenrir. Fenrir Fauntleroy.A magnificent babe then, the first of his name, and was a
“You cannot exile me. You will be dishonoring the late Alpha. Do you fall short on comprehension?” Fenrir was releasing steam from his nostrils as he held back as much as he could from throwing a punch at the sagging face of the elder, wrinkled and unpleasant like a rat carcass.“The people are terrorized and you ‘fall short’ on the ideal Alpha’s traits that you should be practicing now that you hold responsibility over an entire pack,” he retaliated, using his own words against him. “You killed what you should protect. You banned what you should nurture. You kept luxury to yourself. Not only are you a tyrannical leader, you are also merciless and selfish. You are not what an Alpha should be. Thus the council has judged the rightful punishment that you will face. Exile. Eternal ban from ever crossing the borders of our territory, of ever coming into contact with anyone in the pack.”Exile.The word echoed in his mind.At 18, Fenrir would go on to make his name known and feared across
The blanket of the night provided cover for the hackney’s journey. The hooves of the hackney and its wooden wheels clashing with the rough terrain were the only sounds that broke the stillness of the night. It had been a few hours, and I am sure we were nearing our destination. My heart is hammering though my expression shows otherwise. My hands and feet are cold but I’d like to think it is just because of the temperature in this territory.I knew this was improper.I knew this was wrong.But I’ve already taken it this far. I cannot turn back now. I could only hope Ellie is doing a magnificent job covering me.“We are here, lady,” the coach yelled before the carriage came to a halt and the specks of dust settled on the ground. I raised the curtains of the small windows and found ourselves blatantly in front of the borders of the wolves' territory. I unconsciously gulped, seeing and feeling the dangers that I could feel were lurking within. This was my first time seeing it at night, an
I did not know how I made it to the House unscathed and alive in the company of Fenrir Fauntleroy, but I did and I will eternally be grateful to the Moon Goddess for it. We did not speak at all. There was a barrier between us, made of a mix of tension and fear, that anyone would be able to notice. I was grateful that he kept his silence. His silent company took me to the House and led me inside. The patrol were alarmed by his presence, but he would quietly redirect their eyes to me using simple gestures and they would back up. Like me, quiet but tense. Perhaps I looked like a hostage next to him. He opened the door and led me inside. He left me in a sitting room while he went to get his brother, saying, “He is hideous when not put together. I’ll get him and make him look presentable, at least.”So I waited. Sat in the velvet settee in my breeches and unrecognizable disguise. This would be the first time he’d see me without my gown, my jewelry, my silky smooth hair, and my porcelain
When I returned to the palace, not a single torch was out of place. Not a single guard running around.They are awake but blind. Had I known our guards were this ignorant, I would take this to my Father’s attention, but I am the one taking advantage of it now. To get rid of this advantage…would prove foolish.Abel dropped me off a safe distance away from the palace walls. He merely bowed his wolf when I dismounted“I give you my thanks,” I smiled, trying—desperately—to not make it look like a wince. I feel my soul is lost in the wind. When he leaped back into the darkness of night, I pulled my cloak over my head and stealthily traced my steps back into my chambers. The guards were easy to hide from once I memorized their path and routine. As I snuck back up, I found Ellie standing by the balcony, my nightgown dancing with the wind over her shoulders.Her head snapped around so fast when I emerged from the hidden door.“Princess!” She screamed in a whisper and immediately rushed to me.
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“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, my eyes warily scanning him from head to toe. He really is here. Right in front of me. In the flesh.That same tall, slender, build with a ghastly white complexion and gravity-defying black hair.The same man in my dreams—nightmares, rather.He looked as if he was swallowed by darkness, with the smoke all around him. He was a terrifying opponent. But I was not one to back down. I bared my fangs and summoned Celeste’s eyes, making mine slit and glowing a brighter purple. If I could, I would’ve sneered and tested the firmness of his will, just to see if I could do to him what I did to my past enemies.Hearing my question, a slow grin spreads out on his face, sending goosebumps down my spine. I felt Flavian flinch from my left.He spoke, his voice thick and yet silky smooth as if he hadn’t been around for centuries.“The pursuit to a peaceful world is a tedious task, thus one must not feel lethargic.”I narrow my eyes at him. “Pursuit to a peaceful world? You m
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“Don’t you look pathetic down there?”Her sarcasm was spot on, her voice crystal clear.Perhaps he truly is nearing his demise. He yearned a little more of her tonight than usual.He waited for the pain of Rognac’s vicious bite, but it never came. It must’ve tripped or something because Flavian heard rustling and struggling. However, when Rognac growled and his heavy claws fumbled on the wooden floor as if lunging, the pain still did not come. And he heard her voice again.“Will you continue to pathetically lay there?”Puzzled, Flavian flutters his eyes open. And the scene before him just felt… impossible. As if he was hallucinating. He gaped at the situation for a while, belatedly registering to him that they were in the middle of a life-or-death situation.Against Rognac was Phaedra, in all her petite glory. She looked at an ant next to Rognac’s giant form. Yet she could still hold her ground as specks of dust of magic floated around her, her hair floating, and her hand up against R