Chapter Three - And so it begins

 Chapter Three - And so it begins

As the king left his underground chambers he made his way up to the throne room, his last nerve tested as his staff made themselves busy around him. Maids hoovering and polishing about the many rooms and halls, his butler following in his wake giving an update of tonight newest arrivals. It was all unnecessary to him, he had never had any intention of marrying and yet due to an arrangement his father had made many years before he was even conceived.

Tonight would be the night he met his future bride. Well doesn't that just make your balls strival back up inside your body...oh and good old poppa didn't just pick out one bride, nope the old man had seen to it that he would wed and bed over twelve females this week, all to keep this so-called pure bloodline going and fulfilling some nonces prophecy that he did not fully understand. Looking up at the ceiling of the corridor he was walking down and rolling his eyes he imagined he was looking up at the heavens at his father's proud fearsome face. He felt chastised and restricted to the point of suffocation and yet he was the lord of his race and it was his duty to carry on the royal bloodline........if only he could talk his manhood into getting with the program because sure as shit biology might well take over, but if what lay before you wasn't to your taste your cock might just get a case of the shrivles, and isn't that just what you wanted to show to your now waiting wanting wife.

All this was assuming any female would even want him. He was mean-tempered, had a constant state of annoyance written in stone across his face at all times, not to mention he lacked any signs of compassion, kindness and affection. Rubbing his hand across his forehead as if to try and iron out the wrinkles setting up camp around his brow.

 His inner wolf spoke up with a mocking voice

"yer, your such a fucking catch".

"go back to sleep, Shadow. If you have nothing useful to say then don't add to my misery".

"Someone is touchy today" With his last comment Shadow retreated to the back of the King Zayn's mind. 

"Oh fuck off"

             

The voice behind him stopped his tailspin of inner demons. "Sir, did you say something? forgive me but it did not carry"

Looking behind himself as he came up to the double doors that opened out into the throne room he shook his head at the older male "No Grayson, I did not".

Pushing down on the heavy gold handles the large oak doors gave way to a vast dark space, The King had no need for light, he had spent over four hundred years in this old house and in that time he had learnt every inch of his domain, striding forward towards a large ornate golden throne, he took a seat as his butler continued to prattle on about tonight's ceremony and yet it dawned on him he hadn't taken in a single word. Holding up his right hand he stopped Grayson's monologue in an instant.

"Y-Yesss my....my Lord"? The look on Grayson's face was almost one of fear as he stuttered over his words.

Wishing to calm him a little but mostly to give his hearing a rest bite "I'm sure all the arrangements you have made are more than sufficient Grayson, now please leave me and go about your duties are guest will be arriving shortly"

Bowing Grayson took a few steps back his eyes firmly planted to the floor " As you wish my King"

Ushering the other staff out of the throne room as he left, Grayson bowed once more to the king as he closed the heavy oak doors in his wake. Leaving the king alone in the vast dark space. Looking around his throne room he could not help but think of his father. In his fathers time the throne room had been full of bright vivid colours from the vases of blooming roses placed on display around the large room,  but he thought that may have been more due to his mothers taste than his fathers. None of that was for him however no he liked function over decoration, his throne room was simple with black marble floors clean white columns, white walls and a white ceiling. the only real piece of decordance was his father's throne that had been passed down from father to son since the time of the first werewolf king. Yes, for him this space was just what it should be, a room in which he could meet and greet his subjects when needed, without the need for any of them to truly enter his home, it was close enough to the manors main entrance that know body had an excuse to wander anywhere they shouldn't, and big enough that he could hold a meeting with his soldiers or staff without anyone having to enter his families private part of the house. 

To his side were three empty ornate chairs each awaiting his sisters Isabella, Demeter and Olivia. Hearing a lot of noise just outside of the throne room Zayn growned as he looked at his watch, it was time and once motions were set into action there was no stopping them. The doors opened once more as Zayn took a deep breath his sisters all dressed in white filled into the room one by one, making their way to him they all bowed before him before taking their seats. 

Tradition dictated there were only three males to be present during the first meeting of a betrothed couple the soon to be the groom, father of the Bride and a witness which in this case would be one of his brothers and Beta Pontus. Pontus walked into the room his confidence radiating from every poor of his body, giving a quick smile to his sisters he made his way to Zayn, clasping his outreached hand he patted his brother on the back, whispering in his ear.

 "cheer up brother, anyone would think you had just been given a death sentence" releasing Zayn from the quick embrace, he took his place standing just behind the throne before shouting out, " let's get this over with shall we".

Grayson, appeared in the doorway of the throne room, closely followed by a tall female and portly male. stepping to the side Grayson announced this is the wedded couple Alexandra and Thero, accompanied by their daughter Aella. As the couple came forward Zayn stood to his feet to greet the couple, Theo and Alexadra fell to their knees in front of him revelling a tall female standing behind them, dressed in a bright pink gown and a traditional black veil covering her face from view. The colour of her dress stung his eyes, ignoring the kneeling male and female he approached the female, walking around her watching her chest go up and down as she took one breath followed by another. The kneeling couple watching on as they mumbled ancient prays of hope. Zayn could sense nothing from this female other than want and desire she wanted this mating and that suited him just fine. He looked at the female's mother and father.

 "thank you for your offering, what is your daughter's special abilities given by the goddess?" 

They looked at each other before the father answered the king's question. " she has a touch that change's a person's mood, if your majesty was feeling down or angry our daughter can help to relive your mood, the same way a fated mate could".

"very well, you may say your goodbye's" 

The king replied before going back to the throne and sitting down, he watched as the family said goodbye to their daughter, hugging each other while the mother weeped. He cursed his father once more before the female was removed and the next brought in.