"You shouldn't make Lady Zezi your Queen. With all due respect and all the formalities that I should have started with. Sorry about that."Unfortunately, the voice was one that Zezi knew all too well. The light-heartedness of the aura it flowed with, the humour that was buried within it, and the way the calmness slipped through the shelf that she was hiding behind and floated to her ears like a gentle petal swayed by the breeze. There was no doubt in her mind that that voice belonged to Sir Oliver. For once since he had stepped into the Castle and she had seen him, this was the first time she would be wholeheartedly agreeing with something he said. She didn't know the reason why he had said that but what does it matter?Despite her total agreement to the statement, she dared not speak. Not because she was afraid of saying it, she had after all made her intentions about this whole mate situation known to the King times without number, the only problem, was that, she was hiding. Rushi
"Oliver." He said with a gritted drag in his voice. "Your Majesty?""Do you have problem with the Fur Breed?" "Have a problem with the wolves? Personally? Pst, no! Buuuuttt... not everyone is as forward thinking as I am, your Majesty." A slow flip. Zezi closed her eyes counting in her head, to the end of the slow flip, in order to adjust the rhythm in her head.It reminded her of her daughter. Mira would do this too. Each thing she did had a particular number in her head and she would always laugh in victory anytime she got it correctly, stress over it whenever she didn't. George would step in there, he always knew how to get her back on track.Moving her hand up her chest, she hoped that they were fine. Hoped that George had found someone else, or at least was now better than Aunt Alice said he was last time. She hoped they were happy.A slow flip again, and she counted till it was over.'...12!' she smiled in triumph and closed her eyes firmly at his hum of thinking.Every litt
The book snapped shut."Bend over.""Wh--at?"Zezi's eyes widened.No, no, no, NO!"I must find out my feelings for you one way or another. Now. Bend. Over." No, he did not just say that."Your...Majesty, pl-please I---I--- can't." Oliver's voice sounded like it was muffled with tears and the image that flashed through Zezi's mind from that one thought, sent her blood boiling.Has her mat--the King lost his mind? "Iwasonlyjoking, your Majesty. I-was-only-joking!" The words sounded jumbled and came out with a squeak. "I really don't want a dick in my ass, please!""I was only joking too. You should be laughing."Zezi froze.What in the sick humour was that?!Silence fell for a slight second, the next thing Zezi heard was the scrapping of the chair against the floor and someome stumbling right out of the library with a speed too fast to be safe.Did Oliver just run out of the library liked a scared rat?Zezi almost laughed out loudly at that, but she stopped herself to instead sigh in
He gulped, finding it almost impossible to move. Her breath fanned his neck, her breathing getting warmer the closer she pressed herself to him, clung to him like he was some sought of life source that she couldn't seem to be able to get herself away from, even if she tried. Ironic. He didn't even possess something of such vibrance.A life. "Don't leave me, please." Her voice was breathy.She was asleep, probably having a dream. Wait.A dream.... about... him?"Zezi." His voice sounded unusually shaky, foreign to his own ears. His frown deepened, the black zig zag lines filling his face, as his eye lids fell shut and he sucked her scent into his lungs. Lily and honey.She always smelt so good, smelt even better now that the wolf's annoying mark had been gotten rid of. He detested it while it stood there, disfiguring her neck. He had never been able to breath her in while she had it on, the wolf's scent had always irritated him. But now?Ah, by the Blood, there was nothing better
Laura didn't say anything and Delice's clutch against her gown tightened. "I went there tonight." When she spoke this time, her smile had faded away, and the tears that had long gown empty in her eyes were starting to well up again, making them shimmer under the soft light of the hallway. "By the Blood, Delice. You shouldn't have done that."She nodded, the words building up in her threatening to choke her. "I know." It was a whisper. Her shoulders hung low in defeat, her gaze fixed to the floor. "I'm so sorry, for this and for everything."Laura's arms came around her, as she pulled her into the room, whispering back, "I forgive you."The taller vampire pulled away from Delice to shut the door behind them and the scent of the herbs that was a constant in Laura's room rushed into her lungs, but Delice was too devasted tonight to think too much of it. She watched her friend as she retreated from the door."Why did you do it?"Laura straightened up as if she had been called up again
"Oliver was flirting with me."Laura's hands stilled around Delice's own, her grip on the wet towel a little tight before it loosened it and a scoff escaped her lips."Oliver would never flirt with you."The sound of the dripping water into the bowl cut through the silence of the room. Laura pulled the small towel out of the bowl again, draining the liquid by squeezing it tight, the liquid dropping back into the bowl, before placing it on Delice's shoulder blade and pulling it down to her wrist, as she tried to wash away that disgusting grave scent away from her body. Laura had already told her to get rid of her gown because of the putrid lifeless aura that hung, not only to the sleeves of it but the whole gown in general.The lifeless aura not being the type she liked. It left a bitter taste on her tongue.Who in their right mind would go to a place as stinky as that?Delice, of course. She wasn't in her right mind. But that didn't matter, Laura would be doomed if she had that awf
Zezi's head was ringing bells by the time she woke up but that was what she got for falling asleep on the library cold, hard floor.She sat up slowly, opening her eyes with the realization that she was, in fact, not in the library but in her room. Her lips pressed together in a line, as she ran her fingers through her black tangled hair. Someone had brought her here. The image of her grabbing someone in her sleep flashed through her mind and her frown deepened, recognizing the rainy scent that had flooded her senses at that moment.The King? The theories she had on her mind about his reason for being at the library last night, didn't allow her know precisely how to feel about his gentlemanly gesture. She would just have to figure that out when she runs into him deliberately today. Although she still hadn't been able to meet Akeem and his so called High Pillar yet, she had no intention to let that slow down her plan.Her feet moved to the floor and she rose up from the bed all too q
Her hand stilled around the fork and she looked at Gwen, while her brain went through different excuses like a quick unnaturally running clock. If none of them were to work, as Gwen was smart, then she would just have to get rid of her. Might even make the King get rid of her himself. Got to put that mate bond to the test and see how far it could really stretch. She really hoped she wouldn't have to though. If the reason he had been in the library was because he had been suspicious of her, the King didn't seem like the type to let things slide. Oh goodness, how did she find herself in this situation?Just now that she admitted to liking Gwen, the Universe was already throwing her a sign that the two kinds could never coexist without chaos. Clear sign, Universe.Too clear, in fact. "Should I get rid of them?" Gwen's voice came to her like she was speaking from a distance. It was hard for her to make out what her help was saying over all the scheming that was going on in her head.