Shortly after Lady Nymeria got dressed, Lord Mortis came to see her. "We have to leave now." He announced, his deep voice reverberating through the hallway as he stood by the threshold, staring at Lady Nymeria who was still inside the chambers. A relaxed expression on her face, it looked she had no plans of leaving. A flicker of surprise and disbelief crossed her face but she blinked and it was gone. "What do you mean we're leaving now? Can't we stayed behind for a few more days? I am not fit for travel." She stated vehemently, crossing her hands and pouting her lips in displeasure. "You know how tempremental his majesty can be if he finds out you stayed behind without him giving you the express order to. After all, you have witnessed it a few times." He gave Lady Nymeria a scrutinizing look and she averted her gaze, a faint flush staining her cheeks. "He doesn't like people around him and he won't agree that we're staying here out of pity. He'll call on us if he needs us." Lord Mor
I woke up with a scream, my body trembling and soaked with sweat. Looking around in panic, I searched my body to see if I sustained any injuries. There's none. Helen stood in a corner, staring at me with a confused expression on her face. My scream must have startled her. "Are you alright?" She asked, her voice tinged with concern. I hurriedly nodded my head, jumping down from the bed, still rattled from the dream. "Yeah... I'm fine. Just feeling... Uncomfortable stuck inside like this." I rushed out. "Can I come out now? I need to come out, it's been days."Helen watched me for a minute before nodding her head. "Well, you can venture to other parts of the castle. Some places are out of bounds for the nobles so you wouldn't find them there. ""Where is it?" I asked, stepping forward. "The gardens in the West Wing. No one really goes there. You can take a short walk there, get some fresh air. You have been cooped here for days after all. But you'll need to be careful okay?After my d
I froze, desperately hoping that the voice I heard was in my head. Please, heavens, let it be in my head. I couldn't bear to face the reality. But my heart had begun racing and an uncanny sensation had settled beneath my skin. This was real. That's when I caught it, the gentle ruffling of movement. Someone was indeed behind me. My body began to tremble, cold sweat breaking out of my skin. Slowly, I turned behind and all the blood drained out of my face, my knees growing weak. Of all people to catch me trying to escape the castle, why did it have to be the Lord of the castle himself!? He was standing several meters away from me, his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face. My heart shriveled up in my chest, a lump growing iy throat. I glanced about, trying to look for an exit or escape but found nothing. Even if I tried running, this man before me would catch me before I took a step. He moved even closer, his steps filled with lethal grace, his sharp gaze never leaving min
I strolled through the hidden hallways, my footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. My hands were clasped behind my back, a habitual gesture that betrayed my introspective mood. As I walked, my thoughts drifted to her - the human who had been trying to escape my castle for what felt like an eternity.'She keeps trying to leave,' I thought to myself, a wry smirk twisting my lips. Every moment she spends here, she keeps trying to escape from this place. The thought made something odd flutter in my chest, a corner of my lips quirking up but not quite forming a smile. It was nice to see she wasn't giving up yet. The fire in her eyes hadn't died yet. It was exactly what I needed.I returned to my room, the heavy wooden door creaking shut behind me. The space was still shrouded in darkness, the only sound being my gentle breathing and the soft whirr of the wind rushing into the barren space. But I didn't need light to see; my eyes could pierce the darkness as if the sun were shining brig
I was starting to grow restless staying trapped in this castle and it was telling on me. I could no longer plot my escape without the fear of the Lycan king catching me again and severely punishing me for it holding me captive. Apart from that, it seemed like everyone, including the guards were now keeping their eyes on me, making it nearly impossible for me to make another attempt at escaping. My nightmares were now more intense, most of it being with the same beast and it made no sense to me. I was still worried about my mother and I wanted to see her. If only I knew that the worst was yet to come. I was in the maids quarters, washing sheets with Helen when two burly knights matched up to us, their expressions set into a grim line. Rinsing off the soap in my hands, I stood to my feet, wondering what they would be doing here. "You have been summoned by the Lycan king. Do not keep him waiting." One of them growled, his gaze fixed on me. My heart skipped multiple beats, then began to
Aira. After my mother was ripped away from me for the second time, I sobbed my heart out till I fell sick. A fever so severe assaulted me, I was unable to get out of bed for a few days and I genuinely thought the worst. Fortunately, Helen looked at me with pity and offered to care for me till I recovered. Even then, going out felt like too much work so I spent most my time indoors. I couldn't bear the curious yet disdainful looks of the workers in the palace as I walked around, since most of them had heard about the incident and my reaction to it. Luckily for me, even the king had stopped stepping out also, retreating into his chambers for a 'self imposed' exile as Helen put it. That filled me with some sort of relief as I had no idea what I would do if I saw him again. The hatred I had felt for him had grown in leaps and bounds since that incident and I wondered what was going through his mind, making me meet my mother only for him to rip her away from me. He must have wanted me t
A powerful roar tore through the castle, shattering the eerie silence that had settled over the halls. The sound was primal, a raw expression of fury and power that sent shivers down my spine. It was followed by the frightened screams of a lady, her shrill voice piercing the air and striking everyone dumb. I froze, my head whipping to the corridor leading to the king's chambers. My heart pounded in my chest, racing with a mix of fear and confusion. Is that the king? Another roar came again, this time more powerful and ferocious than the last one. The sound seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle, causing the walls to tremble and the floor to vibrate beneath my feet. Every person in the hallway stopped, fear and panic radiating in their eyes as they stared at the hallway, paralyzed with terror.Alfred was the first to rush forward, a number of guards at his heels. "Where is Lady Nymeria!?" he asked, his voice firm and commanding. Everyone exchanged furtive glances, indicat
It didn't seem like I heard him properly so I asked, "What did you just say?"Lord Mortis snarled, his eyes narrowing further and I bit back a whimper, shrinking to myself. "I do not like to repeat myself." He gritted out through clenched teeth. "Alfred, prepare the dishes and make her take it to the king.""What!?" I was panicking now, my eyes darting around wildly. "But, he's going to kill me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "You're a slave, are you not?" Lord mortis snapped and I recoiled, tears filling my eyes. "Yes... " I whispered, my voice breaking. "Yes, I am.""So, your life has no meaning here unless you're serving your master. You are taking the food to the king. We're done here." He stated with a note of finality. Alfred glanced at me, beckoning for me to follow him. Giving up at the protest they was stuck in my throat, I let out a pained sob and followed after him. He led me to the palace kitchen and I watched as he instructed the workers to prepare a tray filled w
I trudged back to my room, my feet heavy with the weight of Lord Mortis's revelations. The dimly lit hallway seemed to close in around me, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows on the walls.My mind reeled with the words that had come out of Lord Mortis's mouth, yet I knew he wasn't lying. The signs were there, hidden in plain sight. The Lycan king was cursed, unable to form a mate bond, and if he continued down his destructive path, he would succumb to a fate worse than death: going feral.I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, my heart heavy with anguish. "But he knows this, so why is he still doing it?" I had asked Lord Mortis, my eyes stinging with tears. Lord Mortis's expression had turned somber, his gaze growing distant as he replied, "He's grown tired of living. Over two centuries, and ever since he was a little child, not a moment's happiness. Of course, he would seek death."I stifled the sob that tried to escape my mouth with my hands, anguish twisting my in
"What do you know about the Lycan king? Why is he the way that he is?" I cornered Helen in the hallway after I had been released from the kings chambers, barely acknowledging the wounds I had sustained. My arms throbbed with pain, the wounds from Kael's claws still oozing blood. I clenched my teeth, trying to ignore the discomfort.She wore a puzzled expression as she took in my appearance. Her gaze raked over me, her eyes widening as they stopped at my bloodied arms. "What do you mean?.. What the!? You're injured! What happened in his chambers?!" She cried out, alarmed. I growled back, moving even closer, my eyes blazing with intensity. "My wounds don't matter right now," I hissed, my voice low and urgent. Ensuring we were alone, I whispered tightly, my words barely audible. "I asked a question earlier. What do you know about the king? Why is he the way that he is? What is it?"Helen's expression faltered, and she took a step back, her eyes darting around the hallway as if searching
He asked suddenly, his words taking me by surprise. "Don't you hate me?"I stiffened, ice flooding my veins. Fiddling with my fingers, I looked away from him, my heart pounding. Realizing he was expecting an answer, I forced myself to speak. "Well, although my feelings hasn't changed, you're still my master, and I have no choice but to serve you." I muttered but it felt like a lie. He didn't speak for a moment and I was already raring to leave. But I couldn't do that without an order. Finally he let out a groan, his next words leaving me dumbfounded. "Do you want still want to leave?"I stopped, my heart skipping multiple before racing. Stunned, I turned to look at me. Of course, he was staring at me, and those gaze held seriousness. He really meant what he said. "If you don't give me an answer soon, I might be forced to hurt you." He threatened and I snapped out of my daze. "Ye-yes." I stuttered out without thinking. Realizing what I had said, my cheeks grew hot and I swallowed t
Aira I'm in another dream again. This time I'm in a forest, moonlight scattered on the ground through the thick canopy from the trees. I hold my breath, looking around me and freeze when I see the beast lying in front of me, his back covered in arrows and it's magnificent fur marred with blood. A soft gasp escapes my lips at the gory sight, something squeezing my chest tightly. With a bated breath, I inch towards the beast, gently crouching by it's side when I'm close enough. It's breathing is shallow, and it seems unconscious. I reach out to inspect the gaping wound by its side and it's ears flicker, a low groan of pain rumbling in it's throat. But it doesn't open it's eyes. Something warm trickles down my cheeks and when I inspect it, I discover I'm crying. Why do I lose control of my emotions when I'm near this mighty beast? I have no answers to that question but I soon find myself running my fingers through it's fur, in an attempt to soothe it from the pain it's feeling. The u
It didn't seem like I heard him properly so I asked, "What did you just say?"Lord Mortis snarled, his eyes narrowing further and I bit back a whimper, shrinking to myself. "I do not like to repeat myself." He gritted out through clenched teeth. "Alfred, prepare the dishes and make her take it to the king.""What!?" I was panicking now, my eyes darting around wildly. "But, he's going to kill me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "You're a slave, are you not?" Lord mortis snapped and I recoiled, tears filling my eyes. "Yes... " I whispered, my voice breaking. "Yes, I am.""So, your life has no meaning here unless you're serving your master. You are taking the food to the king. We're done here." He stated with a note of finality. Alfred glanced at me, beckoning for me to follow him. Giving up at the protest they was stuck in my throat, I let out a pained sob and followed after him. He led me to the palace kitchen and I watched as he instructed the workers to prepare a tray filled w
A powerful roar tore through the castle, shattering the eerie silence that had settled over the halls. The sound was primal, a raw expression of fury and power that sent shivers down my spine. It was followed by the frightened screams of a lady, her shrill voice piercing the air and striking everyone dumb. I froze, my head whipping to the corridor leading to the king's chambers. My heart pounded in my chest, racing with a mix of fear and confusion. Is that the king? Another roar came again, this time more powerful and ferocious than the last one. The sound seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle, causing the walls to tremble and the floor to vibrate beneath my feet. Every person in the hallway stopped, fear and panic radiating in their eyes as they stared at the hallway, paralyzed with terror.Alfred was the first to rush forward, a number of guards at his heels. "Where is Lady Nymeria!?" he asked, his voice firm and commanding. Everyone exchanged furtive glances, indicat
Aira. After my mother was ripped away from me for the second time, I sobbed my heart out till I fell sick. A fever so severe assaulted me, I was unable to get out of bed for a few days and I genuinely thought the worst. Fortunately, Helen looked at me with pity and offered to care for me till I recovered. Even then, going out felt like too much work so I spent most my time indoors. I couldn't bear the curious yet disdainful looks of the workers in the palace as I walked around, since most of them had heard about the incident and my reaction to it. Luckily for me, even the king had stopped stepping out also, retreating into his chambers for a 'self imposed' exile as Helen put it. That filled me with some sort of relief as I had no idea what I would do if I saw him again. The hatred I had felt for him had grown in leaps and bounds since that incident and I wondered what was going through his mind, making me meet my mother only for him to rip her away from me. He must have wanted me t
I was starting to grow restless staying trapped in this castle and it was telling on me. I could no longer plot my escape without the fear of the Lycan king catching me again and severely punishing me for it holding me captive. Apart from that, it seemed like everyone, including the guards were now keeping their eyes on me, making it nearly impossible for me to make another attempt at escaping. My nightmares were now more intense, most of it being with the same beast and it made no sense to me. I was still worried about my mother and I wanted to see her. If only I knew that the worst was yet to come. I was in the maids quarters, washing sheets with Helen when two burly knights matched up to us, their expressions set into a grim line. Rinsing off the soap in my hands, I stood to my feet, wondering what they would be doing here. "You have been summoned by the Lycan king. Do not keep him waiting." One of them growled, his gaze fixed on me. My heart skipped multiple beats, then began to
I strolled through the hidden hallways, my footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. My hands were clasped behind my back, a habitual gesture that betrayed my introspective mood. As I walked, my thoughts drifted to her - the human who had been trying to escape my castle for what felt like an eternity.'She keeps trying to leave,' I thought to myself, a wry smirk twisting my lips. Every moment she spends here, she keeps trying to escape from this place. The thought made something odd flutter in my chest, a corner of my lips quirking up but not quite forming a smile. It was nice to see she wasn't giving up yet. The fire in her eyes hadn't died yet. It was exactly what I needed.I returned to my room, the heavy wooden door creaking shut behind me. The space was still shrouded in darkness, the only sound being my gentle breathing and the soft whirr of the wind rushing into the barren space. But I didn't need light to see; my eyes could pierce the darkness as if the sun were shining brig