Medea walked in moments later and happily acknowledged everyone present in the room which was not unusual of her. Medea was nineteen winters just like Claire and she was spirited and very friendly. Although she was very easy-going and fun to be with, she had the trait of wanderlust by going off on her own into the woods to discover places and new creatures. She was the daughter of a sentry, and her mother had died several years ago, leaving her to cater for herself while her father was stationed at the west gate and barely had enough time with her.
Elaine had chosen to care for Medea as her ward and that had made her part of the family too, however, she was not oblivious to the conflict between Medea and Claire for reasons she didn't know yet but she suspected the fault must be from Claire because she had always known her daughter to be domineering and narcissistic.
Not to mention that Claire had wanted a coterie of docile maidens who exalted, did her bidding without a
Everyone watched Lycidas as he leaned down, picked up the chair and set it right while the boy muttered an inaudible “thank you” and nervously sat down, but warily pulled his chair away from Lycidas to keep some safe space between them. Claire shot him a glare causing him to cringe and sheepishly lower his gaze. He very well knew that Claire would cuff him severely when no one was around. She was that mean.Elaine smiled to ease the obvious tension that had hung long enough in the room. She stood up, and with the assistance of Karen, began to dish the food out but as she was about to dish out some to Lycidas, Claire surprised everyone by standing up with a winsome smile which was obviously meant to please or charm Lycidas. "Mother, I shall serve his." She offered as politely as she could.Elaine exchanged knowing looks with her husband, having telepathically communicated her concerns to him. When Darius nodded his reluctant approval, she passed the plate and ladle to her daughter who
"I've never seen anything like it before," Medea whispered mesmerized by thebeauty of the galaxy moving slowly in its transparent head.Berry's eyes finally settled on Theresa's worried face and he began jabbing one of its three fingers at her, gibbering as if accusing her in a language only she could understand. All heads diverted to Theresa who bit her lower lip nervously and cringed, turning a bit red in the face."Does it know you?" Karen was the first to ask.Theresa nodded and stared at Berry who was still hauling accusations at her. "It is mine."Claire snorted again. "Can this get any better? The weird princess gets weirder by the minute."Astrophel shot her a glare and she frowned at him."What is it saying?" Herrick curiously asked."It is mad at me," Theresa answered."Why?" Stella asked."It is obviously because I abandoned it in my room. I even forgot I brought him along," Theresa said ruefully.
Once they were alone, Theresa had a chance to scrutinize her supposed mate. His features were strong and his somewhat chiselled face was handsome. His eyes were beautiful and distinct and he had a fierce aura despite his quiet demeanour. She couldn't let her eyes wander to the rest of his body because she sure didn't know how to look at a man apart from his face anyway. Besides, she had almost no experience with the opposite sex, especially during courtship.Glancing down at her lap where she was nervously wringing her fingers, she tried to do away with the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air. "I'm Theresa..." She began feebly in an attempt to start a conversation.He turned to look at her, tapping lightly on the table top with his nails. "I know," He said impassively.She hesitated and asked: "And you are Lycidas?"He answered with a grunt.This was all awkward for her and she felt very nervous. "I heard you are a lone wolf; an omega to be
"What's the Amphisbaena?" Theresa who had risen from her chair and had watched the couple in concerned silence, finally asked, unable to contain her curiosity any longer. "I've never heard of it before.""According to history, the Amphisbaena was spawned from the blood of the Gorgon, Medusa. It's a serpent which has two venomous heads at the head and the rear, and one can hardly tell the main head from the rear head."Herrick met Darius outside the house and announced. "The two-headed serpents are approaching the village; we have to stop them now."Darius stared at the horizon then instructed: "Herrick, get Moon's Call as quickly as you can; we can't do this without him!" He turned to the other men gathered around him. "The others, with me!" He shifted into a wolf and Astrophel and the other men did the same then they all darted out of the village.Herrick shifted into a wolf and darted the other way in search of Lycidas while Elaine and Theresa came out
"She's lovely, isn't she?" Alethea crooned as she caressed the baby's cheek with her knuckles. King Adolph nodded trying to mask his wariness. Not that he was not pleased that he finally had a child and an heir to his empire, but he was just not really pleased that it had to be a girl. The kingdom was cruel and would eat her alive. He doubted that a female ruler would command as much respect as a male would and he was worried for the future of his daughter. As he stared down at the girl with bright brown eyes flecked with gold and features that had a promising beauty in the near future, he sighed and assured himself that he would be here to stand by her side and show her the ropes. He would even teach her how to use a sword and defend herself. He would make a beautiful warrior queen out of her. Alethea, his concubine nymph, placed a hand on his knee. "What worries you so?" She asked in concern, her lovely eyes searching his face. He always felt relief wash over him, anytime he look
“What? The dire wolves got your tongue?! How dare you walk into my chambers like you own the place?! You came to spy on me, didn’t you?!" the queen hissed. "You good for nothing scheming whore! You have had my husband and now, you would have my throne?!" Alethea quickly shook her head in fear, still moving back. "No, no, I swear to the gods, my queen, I didn't come to spy on you! I swear!" "Then why have you come here?!" The queen snapped, obviously enraged. Alethea moved backward into the lounge since the queen kept on moving towards her in a slow but steady menacing way. "I have only come to inform you that I have been delivered of my child." The queen snorted in displeasure. "So, the whore finally puts to bed, uh?" She stopped now and crossed her arms underneath her naked firm bosom. "So, I figure that you have finally pleased my desperate husband well by giving him what he most desires, haven’t you?" She asked tersely. Alethea hesitated. "It's a girl." She swallowed hard, hop
"Just look at her blossom like a flower in spring." The queen in distaste said as she watched Theresa from one of her windows. She was walking out of the castle with a gathering basket on her arm. “I hate to admit that with the physical attributes of Adolph and that nymph, she turned out to be the fairest in the kingdom… but she still comes second place to me.” She finished haughtily. Lucas who was scribbling something down on a scroll, looked up for a moment. "She's seen eighteen winters, Ursula, what do you expect?" The queen turned away from the window and stared at him. "Eighteen winters and yet she finds no mate." Her voice was laced with mockery. Lucas sighed and put down his quill. "Yeah, and thanks to you influence, no lycan will woo her because of you. They all avoid her as if she is the very plague." Ursula snorted and poured herself a drink, then sat down on the furry-long, one-arm couch in the lounge. "I believe my subjects fear and respect me and so do they towards my
"Just look at her blossom like a flower in spring." The queen in distaste said as she watched Theresa from one of her windows. She was walking out of the castle with a gathering basket on her arm. “I hate to admit that with the physical attributes of Adolph and that nymph, she turned out to be the fairest in the kingdom… but she still comes second place to me.” She finished haughtily. Lucas who was scribbling something down on a scroll, looked up for a moment. "She's seen eighteen winters, Ursula, what do you expect?" The queen turned away from the window and stared at him. "Eighteen winters and yet she finds no mate." Her voice was laced with mockery. Lucas sighed and put down his quill. "Yeah, and thanks to you influence, no lycan will woo her because of you. They all avoid her as if she is the very plague." Ursula snorted and poured herself a drink, then sat down on the furry-long, one-arm couch in the lounge. "I believe my subjects fear and respect me and so do they towards my