Chapter 06: Out and Shopping.

*LILAC*

A sound pierces the silence and I nearly jump out of my skin. It's a soft knock, followed by footsteps coming closer.

Is it a servant knocking? Is it a request for a cup of water or something?

I stand up and pace over to the door, trying not to let my feet slap the floor with too much force. My fingers reach out for the doorknob hesitantly before twisting it open.

Standing outside is Issy dressed in light blue trousers and a cream shirt, her long wavy black hair tied up high on her head. She smiles, her sharp white teeth glinting in the dim light, and then she speaks, rather cheerily, "Hi sis? Are you decent?"

I blink, confused for a moment, before I remember that I should probably respond. "Yeah!"

She laughs, sounding pleased with herself. "Great! Can I come in?" And without waiting for my assent, she steps inside and closes the door behind her.

Once she catches her breath, she turns to look at me, a small amused grin on her lips. "So how does it feel to be married to my brother? Not that I really mind." She raises an eyebrow questioningly. "I mean I'm sure you're fine being stuck with him forever, right?"

I blink once more, unsure of what to say. She probably sees my uncomfortable expression because she lets out another laugh and throws her hands in the air with exasperation.

"Oh relax, relax. I won't eat you alive, I swear on everything holy. Anyways, that's not why I'm here though."

"Oh-kay..."

She gives me a small smile, "I need a favour."

My eyebrows raise, intrigued. "What kind of favour?"

Her smile widens and she begins walking forward until she is standing directly across from me. "Let's go out.. let's do some sister bonding, ya know ?"

I stare back at her incredulously, wondering where she is taking me for this sudden outing.

"Out..?" My voice cracks a little on the last word. "Where are we going?"

She smirks as she leans in close and drops her voice to a hushed tone. "It's a secret. C'mon sis. Trust me, you'll love it."

I swallow thickly, not exactly eager to see anything that makes Issy happy...or excited...whatever. But... "Okay."

She claps her hands together and grins widely at me. "Awesome!" I flinch backwards as she suddenly lunges forward. "Now go change!"

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Turns out Issy's definition of fun, is shopping. We wander down the aisles of a mall Issy brought us to, and I can't help but stare at the various expensive and luxurious dresses that line the racks.

I had expected to see a lot of different styles of clothing, but the entire store seems to feature a range of different fabrics. There are silk dresses, cotton dresses, velvet dresses, fur dresses and so many other garments I couldn't possibly name them all. All of these colours clash horribly with each other, but still somehow managed to combine to make a striking display of the designer. There isn't a single item that isn't beautiful. The whole store is filled with colour, and light, and movement. If this were any other day, I would've loved every second of it. I'd also love to see more clothes in the same style but unfortunately, this isn't any other day.

But, I try to enjoy it anyway, just in case.

"Look sis, if you are going to attend Lupin, you must look the part.. and this" she sizes me up with her eyes and shakes her head, "..is not the part"

I blink. First off, "What's Lupin?" Secondly, "why am I not the part?"

This causes her eyes to twinkle, and she pulls away from the rack she was inspecting and takes a step toward me. "It's the academy, duh... And most of the girls there are total bitches, you have to be able to intimidate them, and-" she leans closer to me and whispers, "there are hot guys too" she winks at me.

"I'm married to your brother Issy, you shouldn't say that to me" I deadpan, my cheeks reddening ever so slightly but I can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of my lips.

It's official. I like Issy.

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We are back from shopping and Issy has left for her room. I lay back on the bed, shopping bags sprawled around me.

"Where have you been?" I hear his voice . I turn to see him standing at the end of the bed, arms crossed. He stands there looking at me with an expression that seems almost angry.

I sit up. "Issy took me out"

"Out where?!" he asks, clearly annoyed

His face is red and he's pacing, hands behind his head like a scowl is plastered onto it.

"We want shopping? she wanted to get me clothes for school" I say "I didn't know you'd be upset"

"Well I am" he stops in front of me, grabbing my arm so tightly it hurts and stares into my eyes.

He drops my arm, and steps away from me before saying; "You can't just go off without telling me!"

I flinch slightly, "I was bored and I just wanted to go out, besides-" I pause.

"Did you take guards with you?"

"Were we supposed to?" I ask, wondering why he is so pissed off and scared because I do not know the extent he can go when he is mad.

Kael runs his hands through his hair in frustration, muttering a spew of incoherent words that actually sounded kind of like cuss words.

He turns his back towards me, walks towards the window and looks out into the sky.

I watch as he takes deep breaths trying to calm himself down, and then finally turns around, running a hand down his face. He walks over to my side of the bed and sits on it, facing me.

"Listen to me, Lilac. You are in Lycania not in Lyria and the fact that you are connected to the royal house only brings more reason why you are not safe, so don't you ever go out there on your own and without telling me, even if you are out with the queen or the king, I must be aware of every single detail and what happens next and I do not care if it is a mission or a trip to the bathroom. Got it?"

"Okay," I say quietly.

"Good, if you need me, I will be in my study." He gets up and walks over to a side of the room, revealing a door that I haven't noticed since I got here.

"That's your study?" I ask as he pushes open the door.

"And where I sleep," he mutters a reply and then leaves, slamming the door shut behind him.

That's where he sleeps? So he doesn't sleep here. Of course, he doesn't.

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I think I fell asleep because when I open my eyes, the sun has come down. I sit up, biting my lips as I take in my surroundings. It will take a while for me to get used to this space.

My husband is nowhere to be found. Oh right, he stays in his study.

I shouldn't go, but curiosity gets the best out of me and I get down from the bed, slipping my legs into flops and walk to the door of his study. I press my palm against it, pushing and surprised that it gives way. I thought it would be locked.

I stand on my toes and peer in, looking at the mess that lies spread on the desk, files and papers piled high on the surface, along with some books open and open and closed.

I frown. Why is everything so messy.

The sight surprises me. He doesn't seem to notice my presence as he keeps working. I stand there silently, watching him. The sound of the keyboard tapping against the keys fills the silence in the room as I take in the sight of him. He really is breathtaking.

His black hair falls perfectly into place, dark locks framing his handsome features. His ocean blue eyes are focused on the documents he's typing, as well as the screen in front of him. His skin looks perfect. I find myself staring as I continue to stand there, staring at him, thinking how beautiful he is. His jawline is strong, making his eyes look sharper and brighter. His lips are thin, but his teeth and mouth are full and pouty. And his nose is cute. God, he is so beautiful. I never realised just how beautiful he truly is and he is my husband, a man I have only known for a day, and a Lycan. I can't help but feel slightly embarrassed as I continue to watch him from afar, but I push the thoughts aside as the feeling of guilt creeps up on me and I quickly avert my gaze, turning around to leave.

The door creaks, making me jump. Before I can react he spins around swiftly, glaring angrily at me.

My breath hitches in my throat when he catches sight of me.

He narrows his eyes at me, leaning forwards to get a closer look at me, scrutinizing me like I am a piece of artwork under a microscope. His eyebrows rise, and he says; "Why are you here?"

I swallow hard, shifting uncomfortably. "Just.. came in and..." my voice trails off.

A long moment passes in which neither one of us move. My gaze is stuck on the ground. I can practically hear him grinding his teeth together. Finally, he straightens up and glares daggers at me.

"Get out."

The sudden change in his tone is almost enough to make me jump.

"Wha-"

He raises his hand, gesturing towards the door.

"Get out. Now." His voice is stern and firm, and it sends chills down my spine.

Without another word, I turn around and run out. As soon as I exit the door, I lower myself to the ground. Tears start falling from my eyes again. Stupid tears!

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