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“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 imme
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