The night for the ball came, and no doubt the Queen made a very fine arrangement of the ballroom for this special day. Everywhere was beautifully lit with decorative lamps hanging atop different corners of the room. Red ribbons roped and wound around the upper corners of the wall and tables and chairs intricately arranged away from a spacious dancefloor. Even the food was awesome, you could tell without tasting just by catching a whiff of it's salivating scent as the servants arranged the buffet, cleaning wine bottles and glass cups and placing them intricately on well polished trays too.Hazel found herself without a dress for the occasion.She stood by the window, her eyes wide and heart rising and falling slowly. How she had forgotten to make any arrangements for a dress for tonight, she had no idea. All the clothes she came with were simple floral dresses or jeans and shirts. It seemed today had been scheduled to spur into an embarrassing disaster for her. The Queen would hav
Hazel changed into the silky, red dress.It was beautiful... Very beautiful, words could not describe how confident and pretty she felt in this flowing masterpiece of a dress. She smiled to herself in the mirror, tracing her exposed collarbone gently with her fingers. It was sleeveless, so the small scar mark on the inner surface of her elbow where beginning to fade was exposed. It did not bother her so much though, it was barely noticeable now. The doctor had handed her an ointment and instructed she put it on there twice daily, and with patience and diligence, the scar would fade entirely like it was never there within days, and just looking at it she could tell it was working wonderfully, better than anything she had ever been handed in a hospital in town.A knock came softly but urgently on the bathroom door, followed be Luca's hoarse voice. "Hazel are you in there?" He asked "you have to hurry already we are about to announced." Her eyes widened as she quickly recalled what s
A figure was lurking in the shadows, dressed in a black coat and peeking quietly through the bed of flowers as guests flocked into the palace for the ball. Like some sort of demon, he had cloaked himself completely in black, even his dark, beady eyes seemed like a vast of nothingness as he patiently waited for his entry signal. "What are you doing here?"A voice seethed in anger and disbelief behind him, reaching for his dark cloak. Her hand pressed against his back, retracting almost immediately with a pained snarl from her gritted teeth. It burned. He spun slowly, carelessly. "Waiting.""You do not intend to go in there dressed like this do you? You would be seen!" She seethed, eyes burning with rage. "If this plan fails, you would have yourself to blame! I have put far too much work in for you betray my plans like this!"His dark eyes rolled unamusedly. "Shut up little dog... Do not press me as though you are a lord over me."Her face fell and her brows furrowed tightly. "You
His fingerprint burned against her flesh and she fought the urge to let out a scream, to growl and claw at him. He grinned at her with devilish intent, watching with wicked joy as she squirmed, exhaled harshly and struggled to get out of his grip."You do not dare speak to me in such a way you little dog!" He snarled, grip squeezing around her neck. "I am a greater force than you can reckon... and any moment you forget that, I shall do it well to remind you that I can drag you right back to where I have come from."She let out a pained snarl, twisting her neck as she struggled in his grip. "S... stop!" she gritted out. He gave her a final malicious smile before releasing her with a scoff. Her reddened face was almost veiny now, she gripped her throat with her own hands, rubbing the now very red spot.She was fuming so much the redness of her face almost seemed like an internal consuming fire, ready to explode through her. "Leave before anyone sees you." He instructed in a slithery
The Queen and the King, already introduced were seated on thrones position at the top pavement in the room, each dressed in royal ragalia.The Queen had her chin up, her nose slightly scrunched and her lips slightly twisted to the side with her eyes feigning nonchalance as both walked in hand and in hand.The King was smiling lightly, his hand clutching his arm rest. The Guest parted to make a way over to the front, the music still playing softly behind them.Hazel stared around the huge ballroom which was alit with different orange bulbs glowing in corners of the room, the artificial flowers than lined the top edges of the wall and the intricately wound carving of a wolf in the corner of the room that seemed almost entirely realistic. Narrowed eyes that burned bright blue like a blue flame, and dark greyish fur, each strand of hair of it's fur carelessly detailed out and brushed in the right direction.It reminded her of that day. That day in the woods she was attacked by the wolf,
The ceremony begun shortly after the announcement of the royals. Laz and Lucy. Laz strut in, in a dark suit, hair sleeked back and confident smirk worn like a charm. With one hand tucked into his pocket, he strut in, dark grey suit clinging to his body, and an elegant swagger to his steps as he found his way through the ballroom with the grace of a model.Ladies present eyed him like a piece of an enticing snack placed before them, cheeks turning red or pink when he would walk by them, small gasps of admiration passing through a few corners of the room. Like his elder brother, he too was a sight to behold. Good looks clearly ran in this family, if Lucinda's perfect entrance was not any indication of it. She glided into the ballroom with a confident sashay of her hips as she walked. Chin high, smile so small it seemed like a shadow, mostly a smirk infact, a confident smirk, long dark hair flowing like silk behind her and nearly grazing her hips with it's length. Soon enough the b
#3It hurt, it hurt to see Freya flutter her lashes seductively as Luca doing her best to appear flirtatious, right in front of her, his wife!Her boldness was unbelievable, as though she did not have a single care in the world for Hazel’s feelings talk more of respecting them.Luca on the other hand seemed oblivious to an extent he was smiling softly her, unflinching as her hands curled around his arm.Beta Marrock and his son even seemed to notice the awkwardness of it. The beta had a small raise in brows, lips slightly pursed.as he watched them; his son on the other hand maintained an expressionless face but the small sideways glance of his eyes gave his thoughts away. It was almost embarrassing to stand and watch, Hazel turned away walking away from them while doing her best to maintain a smile on her face as though she was not affected at all by any of it; even though a fire burned in her heart like a furnace that was bound to consume her alone and no one else for it was her who
What was she trying to do? Kiss him? Her fingers were trailing the corner of his jaw, he had her back to her, so she could not really see what expression his face bore, but as she watched the sinister smile that curved Freya's lips when her eyes turned to the door, spotting her standing there, eyes teary and hands trembling like a beggar out in the rain, she immediately knew what her next intentions were. Freya grinned, turning her eyes back to Luca before she tilted her head to the side, reaching for his lips. The glass in Hazel's hands fell with a loud crash, Luca pushed Freya away immediately, his eyes turning to find Hazel standing at the door, her entire lips quivering. His eyes widened and she shook her head in disbelief, she turned around, storming our the room as fast as her legs would allow her in those heels, lifting her gown by the edges as she did so. "Hazel!"She heard Luca call after her, but she did not bother to turn back, did not care to do so. She did not want to