~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
Finally married!
~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!
~Willow’s Point of View~ “I swear,” I said, pledging myself to the crown. To the Drexel dynasty. To protect and serve the Ten Kingdoms against all enemies. To serve at the pleasure of my Kings, and to be their partner in love, life and the pursuit of happiness for all our subjects. And some other stuff I’m sure I blurred out. The ceremony had already been nearly an hour, and my feet were killing me. I felt like I’d gained ten pounds in the last week and my clothes were tight, way too tight. I resolved my first act as Queen was to ban high heels immediately. I had on three inch pumps that were completely unnecessary. I looked over and saw Jeanette and Victoria both in flats and I gave their feet the evil eye. The gown I had on was also way too heavy, and the jewel
~Dawson’s Point of View~ She couldn’t die, I wouldn’t accept that. For all her faults she was my mother, the only one I’d ever have. She gave her entire life to her children, to the crown. To the Drexel dynasty. Half the palace was gathered outside the medical ward, desperate for word. The word was, she was in a coma and it wasn’t likely she would wake. The staff loved mother, they were all highly devoted. When Willow brought to my attention that Maxwell could have potentially poisoned something in her room, we literally gutted it and sent all her products for testing. We were still waiting to get the results back, I’d just gotten off the phone with the lab and after some choice words they promised to have it all done today.
~Willow’s Point of View~ We literally had no way to get an unconscious Dawson out of the medical ward without anyone seeing. It was bad enough I just ran through like someone was dying, people would want to know why. I hated having to be so accountable to people, having to explain myself. It was quite a burden to shoulder. *Can’t just walk around naked huh? That sucks. Guess what I can do that,* Mila said. I nearly snorted. Like I didn’t know. Ever since the incident where she almost made me pee my pants during a rather important time, she’s been constantly reminding me of things she can get away with and do that I can’t. *What’s wrong with our mate,* she asked, as I stroked his hair.
~Damien's Point of View~ By the time I got back to my mom’s room, dad had fallen asleep. His heartbeat was a bit slower than I liked and his color was off, but I didn’t see what we could do about it. I ordered another bed to be brought in and I didn’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. It took my brother and I along with two male nurses to get him into the bed and situated. We pushed the beds together making one. Draven then joined their hands. Dad seemed just as lifeless. I wanted him to wake up and fight with me, argue with me about staying out all night. Tell me I wasn’t going to amount to anything. Just say something, have life behind his eyes. He looked nothing like the virile and strong King he was just a month ago. I knew Draven was having the same thoughts.
~Draven’s Point of View~ For three days now I’ve been an orphan. My entire life the big legacy of the Dubois Drexel families was drilled into my mind until I could recite our family tree by heart. In some regards I felt as if it was all slipping away. I looked at my brothers and our mates and knew that wasn’t true but it still seemed that way. You can take all the precautions in the world, have the finest security. Live in a damn palace and it doesn’t matter. Feeling safe is just that, a feeling. It’s not real. I put my head on Jeanette’s shoulder as the minister began to speak. Our family believed in cremation, at least half your ashes were to be carried by the wind. The rest could be buried or kept b