~Willow's Point of View~
Five days had passed since my family came to the palace. Mom and I didnt talk about the wedding again, and I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t bring it up. She’d just come into my life, things were incredible. I didn’t want any confrontation. But it was important, too important I felt.
Not to mention the Queen had already released a statement that there was in fact a wedding happening in three weeks. It was the big elephant in the room and it was starting to suffocate me.
Dawson had also thrown himself into his work. All three of us slept together at night but there was nothing more than kissing. Our relationship was quite obviously strained, we all desperately knew it. Did mom tell Dawson he wasn’t allowed to marry me? I just didn’t know.
~Willow's Point of View~ “I need to speak to you both, this minute and it can’t wait,” I said, stroking Dawson’s face. He was clearly stressed beyond compare. He needed my touch right now as much as I needed his. I knew I had a very calming effect on him, and I wanted to give it to him. “Are you all right,” Damien asked, putting his hand on my back. “Just … both of you, alone … now,” I said, still holding Dawson’s face. I kept my voice cool and level. When Dawson was truly pressed against the wall, teetering on the edge as I’m sure he was now, he needed someone to pull him back. I wasn’t sure how he handled it before me or if he just had a full ps
~Draven’s Point of View~ Nothing pissed me off more than thinking our palace was not safe. Having a mate has changed me in ways I could have never imagined. Caring for someone else more than yourself, feeling like the world revolves around her, what she thinks. Her happiness. I always want to put a smile on her face, be the reason for it. Keeping her safe within these walls should not have to be a concern but now it is. Not to mention the fact that Jeanette, Victoria and Willow were likely all going to be pregnant together. They were sisters, you could see it on their faces. It was such a beautiful thing and I couldn’t wait for it. I stood, along with two hundred others, practically holding my breath as Mallory was laid on the executioner’s table. Father even gav
~Willow's Point of View~ The entire palace was completely on edge, and had been now for over two weeks. Two weeks and four bodies had been found, not including Sally. I felt like we were living in a game of Clue, but it wasn’t fun. It wasn’t fun at all. One murder framed Damien, another Dawson, which of course beyond infuriated him. The fourth one, framed me. He was boldly and outwardly mocking us, this piece of shit. We all had a strict buddy system, always at least three to four people together at all times. I was barely sleeping, it usually took my mates physically exhausting me to get me out. Not that any of us were complaining about that. It was just under a week from when t
~Dawson’s Point of View~ It was now the day before my wedding and there had been more murders since we found the male’s shirt. One framed my mom and one framed my dad. It was beyond ridiculous at this point. People were sleeping with bells on their door knobs so they would hear anyone trying to come in the night. Mother of course had done all she could to control the press but word was getting out. “Murders In The Palace, No One Can Stop It.” "The King Powerless In His Own Home." We looked like complete fools. Father was beside himself, always more concerned about our public image than he let on. Little did they know or report that each person who’d been murdered we were able to either trace back to t
~Willow’s Point of View~ “Are you the only one who isn’t going to tell me to call it off,” I asked, looking at my mom. Of course that would mean ruining Jeanette’s day now too, but she would understand. Her of all people. My mates both wanted me to until I pointed out it was the best way to draw out Maxwell. “I haven’t said to cancel,” Brad said, fluffing out the train on my dress. Mom shook her head. “I think we’ve interfered enough with the goddess’ vision. What’s going to happen now is in her hands,” she said, taking off one of her jade bracelets and putting it on my wrist. She repeated the gesture with Jeanette and we clanked them toge
~Damien’s Point of View~ We had a few couples dances as everyone mingled and had some hors d'oeuvres. A band played some light jazz music and everyone was in a good mood. I noticed Willow getting a bit tired, her pregnancy was the furthest along and she was carrying two. I knew it would be a bit harder on her. But that’s why she had two of us to carry her around. I couldn’t wait. Foot rubs, rubs everywhere. Spoiling her rotten and the babies. “Why don’t I take you upstairs,” I whispered in her ear as I moved the hair off her neck and kissed her skin. “And when we don’t come back,” she said, giggling. Fuck she’s so damn cute. So sexy. She doesn’t even have to try. Just the slightest thing she does and I
~Willow’s Point of View~ I think everyone has had the dream where you see yourself, you see something happening in slow motion and there’s nothing you can do about it. Well this was just a much longer, extended version. I felt myself paralyzed and unable to move, I felt him near. There was nothing I could do and that was exactly what he banked on. What he planned on and what he needed to get his kink I suppose. The horror I felt that he would do something to me sexually was absolutely maddening. The idea that I was maybe conscious enough to know what was happening but unable to move was sickening. I had to pray that was not part of his plan, but it was clear killing me was the end goal. Although I could feel my body being carried by him, placed in the throne room … I w
~Willow’s Point of View~ Mila always says to trust my gut instinct. Well, lately all I can think is that the danger is not over. Someone royal is still in trouble. I have told my mates this, and while security is still amped up and inspectors have re-vetted all employees it hasn’t done anything to quell the feeling of doom I have. There have been a few more visions over the last few days, nothing major. Nothing I could gain much from. I think it is stuff off in the future. One may have even been something about my sister Heidi, but it was so hard to tell. We were preparing to officially have the coronation to make the guys joint Kings and to make me Queen. I was nervous, but I felt ready. A Queen at 17 though? Yikes!