Gwendolyn seems to be a mean princess.
Richard I found myself standing before a gigantic castle and right in front of its magnificent doors were two guards. One of them went in to make known our presence and walked before us into the palace. My father went before us while I and Charles stood on his sides, walking along with him while the servants carried our gifts behind us. The throne room was well decorated with tall marble walls adorned with rare jewels of different kinds. I took a moment to admire the room and all it had, then I noticed that it had no windows. I guess to prevent the sun from getting in but the room wasn't dark either as there were huge bulbs in the room and a chandelier right before the throne. "Harold!" I heard a deep excited voice say my father's name and I looked straight ahead to see an oval face with a sharp jaw and blue orbs which shone as he spoke. He was gradually rising to his feet as he was seated on his throne and once he was fully up, I must say I might just be looking at the most hands
Henrietta I was taking a walk around my mother's garden, accompanied by Chloe as the cool breeze of the evening graced our skin while bringing the mixed smell of flowers and fruits to out nose. It was soothing and comfortable. "My family couldn't come for the ball," Chloe stated as she plucked a few flowers, on either side of the path we walked. "Why didn't they come?" I asked and she shrugged. "I learnt from a member of the pack that they were part of those who volunteered to stay back." She said in a sad voice. "Don't be sad, Chloe, you'll see them soon." I said, "Have you seen your mate yet?" I asked in a bid to cheer her up and bright red patch formed on both sides of her face "Why weren't you there to welcome the werewolves?" I heard a voice belonging to Gwendolyn and jumped in fear when she appeared right in front of me. She was so close that I could feel hot air coming from her nose. That smile, the smirk on her face which showed just how satisfied she was with my reac
Richard "I noticed how someone almost got stripped off their clothing, right in front of everyone in the palace today." Charles said as he dropped my bags in the room which was assigned to me before sitting on the bed. He had left Marta in their room to accompany me to mine while our father decided to spend some time with King Kenneth before retiring to his room. "Who and what are you talking about?" I asked, while admiring the beauty of the room. "I'm talking about you and the princess, Gwendolyn." He blurted out and I was taken aback by his words. "What's that supposed to mean?" I sighed, holding my waist with both hands. "How do you even come up with these..these stupid ideas." I slapped my hand on my forehead. Taking my hand down and placing it under my jaw, I moved closer to the bed. "Do you even see anyone else when you're with Marta ?" I asked but all he did was remain silent. After a few minutes, his voice came up again, "I saw how she had her eyes all over you in the pa
Henrietta It's been a whole day since I got restricted because of Gwendolyn. The fact that she out smarted me triggered something in me, a very hard feeling I didn't want to access. She was beginning to make a place for herself in my life, a place of hatred, the kind that runs through the vein. Although Father had sent a guard to escort me to the study where I had classes with Gwendolyn, I was still sad because I wouldn't be able to go anywhere else aside here and my room. Not even to see mother. The moment the guards walked me to the door that led to the study, I let of a long sigh before turning the knob and opening the door. Upon entering into the room, I noticed that our chairs have been moved to different locations in the room. Gwendolyn was seated very far from me, unlike the last class where we sat side by side. This time, we were opposite each other but at a great distance almost at the rooms walls while Sir Bernard had his desk at the center of the room, and whenever he
Richard I didn't know anyone around here as I've not really had the time neither could I speak to anyone around except my family and pack members. It was not because they were hostile, no, as a matter of fact they were really accommodating and nice, I was just being careful and needed someone to show me around, like a tour. As I stood in front of my room while resting my back on the wall beside its door, I watched numerous maids and guards pass by carrying heavy bags and clothes, some of which I assumed were for laundry while the others were in preparation for the ball. My eyes were beginning to feel strained and I was getting tired of staying in the same position. I would have called Charles to keep me company but then he was with Marta and I didn't want to interrupt. I was very sure he would readily accept and his readiness to do whatever I ask of him sometimes makes me uncomfortable it was like he felt guilty that I was no longer in line for the throne and that was exactly how
Henrietta It was strange how he looked so familiar yet I was only seeing him for the first time. His face flashed across my memory over and over again and I tried hard to recall where I first met him. From all I could see about him, he was a guest here and didn't know me, else why would he shut his eyes instead of acknowledging my presence. "He had to be a guest." I whispered in a voice that held certainty while helping myself out of my dress. Normally, Chloe would have been the one to help me but since the incident at the garden, I am yet to set eyes on her. The last time a maid was in my room, I had requested to know how she was fairing, I was told she was getting better. Her arm had been hurt from how strong Gwen held her and since I couldn't go to her, the least I could do was know how she was. Slowly, I bent down and picked up the dress from the floor before proceeding to put on a lighter dress, a dress that would be quite comfortable to sleep in if I were to fall asleep.
Richard "She has to be" I said in a firm voice while discussing with Charles. We were talking about the ceremony and how hospitable everyone has been including Princess Gwendolyn. "Proud?" Charles asked and I nodded. "Yes, the other princess has to be very proud or full of herself not to at least be at the lunch with us on the day we arrived." I stated, almost annoyed that I hadn't seen her or know what she looks like and how bored I was getting having no one to tour me during the day. "You can't be so sure. It is possible she is busy with the preparations, I agree she didn't welcome us as she was supposed to like her sister but it's a big palace you know, she could be anywhere and might have seen you without you knowing it." He explained with so much certainty in his voice. "I'm beginning to get bored, that's why it's getting to me." I sighed, "However, she is none of my business." "Hmmm, why then did you send for me?" He asked and I brought my hand over my face, blowing hot ai
Henrietta "Ha...ve you not cr…" her words got interrupted by a hard cough which left her lips in a dry torturous manner as her head bopped repeatedly on the pillow. A gasp escaped my lips as terror shot through my spine. I was unable to do anything, I just stood there staring at her in fear until something snapped inside of me and I hurried to her side. I was going to snake my arm under her neck after sitting next to her but she grabbed my hand and brought it to her chest instead. "Are you okay, mother?" I asked, sniffing back the tears and she nodded with a bright smile on her face. "Shh, don't cry anymore," She whispered, bringing my hand to her lips and brushing her lips lightly over it. "But yo…" "You have soaked my feet with so much tears already, I won't need to clean them anymore." She chuckled before leaving my hand on her chest and stretching her right hand towards my face. She rubbed her palm over my face and tucked the loose strands of hair which covered my face, beh
Richard There was an unusual tension in the air. The halls of the dungeon were becoming more and more crowded with soldiers and maidservants, going in similar and opposite directions. Although I was a little bit worried, because unlike the other times when they held large woods in preparation for my execution, they had royal veils and golden pots of fragrance. "What is going on?" I whispered. If only Chloe had come, I'd have gotten firsthand knowledge of everything. She's even the reason I'm still alive, as she sneaks food and water to me through Gregory. "Prince Richard, there's been a few changes," a guard said walking in my direction and just when I was about to step closer to the gates to speak with him, his form began to diminish the closer he got to me. And the moment he was at the gate of my cell, his form had completely disappeared. "Stupid Shape shifters," I cursed through my teeth. "Why hello there," Nemiuehs' voice filled my ears, the exact last person I wanted to se
Henrietta It's been a couple hours since I announced to my father and sister my ordeal with Richard. And I have never been more proud! But it is one thing to be proud and another to have the fate of the one who makes you feel proud decided upon by your treacherous sibling. She didn't want him before, so why now? 'To be Queen,' a voice whispered in my room. I knew there was no one in here with me because I shut the door myself. "But she can't be Queen, mother is alive and well!" I scoffed, staring at my glowing reflection in the mirror while gently unwrapping my hair. I needed a moment to fully understand what has happened to me, the transition, the… the new me. As my hair fell gently to my back, I couldn't help but admire the shiny silver strands and its new length. 'The coming days would be tough, my lady, beauty may have to wait' the voice whispered again and just then, my room door was thrown open. "We need to go!" Chloe said, rushing into my room. "Huh!! To where? Where
Henrietta Nemieuh glanced at Richard for a few minutes. I may be wrong but I can swear, her eyes softened for a while, but she was quick to shrug it off. She tilted her head a little high, "He'd be persecuted, your majesty," she gulped, peeling her eyes off him. What is going on? “Is it now her words over mine?” I asked in disbelief, “It is enough that you gave her a position I was supposed to occupy but you have to listen to her now?” “When the spell wears off, you will understand better but for now, I'll have the guards take him away.” “You wouldn't dare!!!” a voice boomed in the throne room, startling everyone including me but when I realized that the voice had come from me, I took a few seconds to readjust before I continued speaking. “I am not under any spell and why would you have her words over mine?” I asked, “You would know my whereabouts if you cared one bit about me!’ i snapped. “I understand that you do not recall so much as a result of the spell bu…” “I am perf
HenriettaEye to eye, I stared at Gwendolyn expecting her to look away but she didn't. There was something off about her, like an aura that wasn't there before and it was dark, very dark. it was not good but then, there were traces of that same energy around me.“Well, well well…” her voice came up.“Well what!!” I snapped at her and she tilted her head to an angle, “You pretentious slimy dimwit,” I hissed, fuming with anger until Richard held my hand tightly in a bid to get me to control myself but inasmuch as his hold was comforting. I wanted to give my sister an earful, at least before we are taken back to odyssey.The energy that seeped out from GWnedolyn became intense the minute Chloe got closer to me and I could see it seeping from her too. My eyes widened , “You?” I pointed at Chloe and she furrowed her brows, “You led them to us?” I yelled, fighting every urge to hit her, “What do you mean?” She cried and then it dawned on me that she might have no idea, and pressing further
Richard She was panting and moaning endlessly while I kept thrusting, taking note of every inch of her face and making sure she was okay. I concentrated on pleasing her because I wanted her satisfaction more and focused on her soft moans and whispers. Suddenly, she began to moan a lot louder and I knew she was close, “Ri…Richard!!!” She screamed and I knew it was about time I met her just where she was at and with few fast strokes, I brought my head to the spot I had been touching and flipped my tongue repeatedly over there till a moan escaped her lips after which, I grazed my fangs carefully above her skin before piercing my fangs through her skin. Panting heavily like one who had a marathon, I collapsed beside her before snaking my arm around her to pull her close to me. “I love you,” I whispered next to her ear while snuggling closer to her as I awaited her response but after waiting for a few minutes and nothing came, I chuckled at the possibility of her falling asleep in the m
RichardAfter taking our time to enjoy the feel of our arms in the comfort of silence, I took her hand in mine and walking side by side, we got close to the sea and sat down on the sand. She rested her body on me but kept her eyes on the water.“Mother said water heals the heart and the mind,” she said through a soft sigh, “I miss her and I miss home too.” she added. “It will be over soon,” I assured her, as those were the only words I could say at such a time. Her sister was after us and so is her dad but specifically, after my head.“Don't you think I'm worthy to be marked by you?” She asked and inwardly, I wished that this conversation could be avoided. She sat up and turned so that she was facing me completely, “I have waited for so long, can't you see?” She asked, “the more you extend this, the closer you get to losing me.”“Don’t. You. Ever. say. Those. Words. Again!” I said each word one after the other with so much anger at the mere thought of it happening, “I am never going
Richard It was already dead into the night and the silence that came with nightfall filled my ears, but was toned with the chirping sound of crickets in the bushes. I couldn't sleep as not only was I contemplating Charles' outburst today, but Henrietta's request as well. “Then you might have to think again,” those words played repeatedly in my head, clouding my thoughts so much that I couldn't go to sleep. I kept tossing and turning until I couldn't take it anymore and decided to sit up on the bed while resting my back on the wall. I stared at her sleeping figure and subconsciously, I pictured myself marking right then. What would happen if she is taken away from me? What would happen if we were separated? Could she be right about there never being a perfect time for us? What if she is not but then, what if she actually is? These questions kept me confused and awake as I wondered whether or not I should give in. if only she knew that I want it a lot more than she does but t
RichardI walked out of the cabin to where Charles was standing with his back resting on the bank of a tree. All through my walk out of the room, I couldn't stop thinking about Henrietta's attitude which was beginning to be a great cause of concern to me. She spoke so seriously about that dream of hers and…she saw that I was in danger before the uproars at odyssey. Could it be possible that she could be a…no no no, I better not even think about that. Anything was possible at this point but please, not that.“What was that about?” Charles asked sharply the moment I got to him and I raised a brow as to what exactly he was talking about.“You mean her request to be marked?” I asked but he shook his head.“That's none of my business and I still wonder why you haven't gotten that done yet but that is not what I'm on about,” he waved his hand in the air as if dismissing the conversation before narrowing his gaze on me. “I heard her, those low words she said about it happening, what was th
Henrietta Without thinking about their reaction, I blurted out those words like they had been written somewhere, waiting for me to read them but the look on their faces was more of surprise than shock but I knew what I wanted. “This is not the ti…” Charles began but seeing that it wasn't in his place to decide that, he stopped mid way and gave Richard a long look before turning around and leaving the room. “Mark me, Richard.” I repeated but this time with a lot more confidence. I knew what I saw in that dream and I felt it too, it was so real, as real as the others before it and Charles' presence confirmed it. “Etta, this is not the time.” Richard protested but it was now or never. Not for me but for the both of us. They were going to seperate us and that's for sure. I saw it clearly, I saw it happen. Yanking my hand out of his, I walked back to the bed to sit on it while bringing my knee up to my chest. “Don't be sad, My love,” He said softly before taking his seat on the bed