Laurel gasped and stared at him. He couldn’t have said what she thought he said. “W-What?”Adolph’s face burned with embarrassment but he didn’t avert his gaze, holding her gaze and enduring the awkward quiet. “Will you… marry me?”Laurel couldn’t believe the gall of this man. Alice wailed in despair. *Don’t!*But what else could she do but reject him? Love or not, mate or not, she still had some manner of dignity! She drew back violently, “How could you be so cruel? I will not marry you to be your dead wife’s replacement!”Adolph looked as though he’d been slapped, shocked, and confused. “What?” He shook his head, his brown furrowing as he stared at her. “What does she have to do with us?”She scoffed, pushing free of him and wrapping her arms over her breast, curling into herself so her hair covered her partially, glaring at him and trying to forget the fact that she’d been curled up to his naked body. “You sent me your dead wife’s favorite flowers, and you made me move into y
Laurel woke up with a headache. She supposed she should have expected it after running around most of the night. She wanted to stay in bed, but she had work to do. She dragged herself out of bed and through getting ready before going downstairs to the dining room of the inn.“Laurel!” Eden called, waving at her. He stood from his table, “Care to join me for breakfast?”She smiled at him and nodded. She didn’t have much of an appetite, but she didn’t want him to worry. “You look a little better than you did yesterday.”She didn’t believe that for a second, “Really?”Eden hummed as she looked at the plate of food that was set before her and sighed. Her mind turned to Adolph’s proposal. He said it was all a lie, but he hadn’t explained anything more than that. How was she supposed to believe him?“I… wanted to say this yesterday,” Eden said, drawing her from her thoughts. His tone seemed a little hesitant and a little bitter. “If I were to leave the imperial city, would you like to come
Delia sat angrily on the couch in her room, seething at Basil’s words.*Just stay in your room, Delia,* he’d said looking nervous. *I don’t want my father to punish you again.*He said that, but was he so dumb not to realize that this was a punishment all by itself? What would Adolph do that was worse than this? She shuddered at the thought and turned away from the possibilities. She was Prince Basil’s wife. She should be the most honored woman in the kingdom, yet that girl, Laurel, was managing the castle and was working out of Basil's mother's office?She had never even seen that office. She’d only been able to use Basil’s ex-wife’s office and room, filled with her old stuff and covered in dust. The very thought of it made her sick. She’d gotten rid of Laura, yet the woman was still haunting her. She glanced at Tina as she puttered around, grumbling and preparing tea. Of all the people that Laurel had managed to get rid of, Delia was surprised that she hadn’t gotten rid of Tina.
When Laurel left the inn around lunchtime, she noticed Eden was not among the diners. She wondered where Eden had gone. She wanted to tell Eden of her decision, but since Eden was not there, she decided to go to the castle first to find Adolph.Sarah walked beside her to the castle. They stopped in front of the castle gates. “I can go by myself.”Sarah frowned, but nodded, leaving her side. Laurel faced the gates alone and walked across the lawn. She had to do this alone and carry the weight of her decision by herself. The guards of the castle smiled at her and gave her a little nod of recognition. She walked through the corridors of the castle, taking in the tapestries and the stained glass windows. She’d lived in the palace for three years and had walked every inch of the castle, she was sure. Every inch had some memory hidden in them. A lot of them were painful, but the castle had been her home. It was her home now and there was nowhere she could go if she left here. Laura had f
Laurel blinked, shocked as she covered her sore cheek. She turned her head and looked at Delia. Something was wrong with her, but she didn’t care to figure it out.The maid behind Delia was shocked. Her voice trembling with panic, “Miss Laurel, are you okay?”Laurel used to think that Delia was just a pretty woman whose only desire was to please Basil. She was a simpering woman who enjoyed her station. Since returning, she’d learned she was more like Basil than she had ever thought possible: selfish, vain, self-important, and willful. She never thought they deserved each other more than right now. She had never expected Delia to have the nerve to hit her either. It was such an impolite thing to do. The thought that such a woman was Basil's mate made her feel sick mostly because she used to love him. If mates were supposed to be reflections of each other, for better or worse, she had loved the selfish vanity and willfulness in Basil at one point. She didn’t think she could hate him
After Laurel rushed upstairs, Basil stood, straightened his clothes, dusted himself off, and went to find Delia. Upon seeing him, she ran to him with glimmering wet eyes. “That woman!” Delia cried. “That evil woman is bullying me just because she had the favor of the king.”She sniffled and Basil grit his teeth.“I promise. I’ll talk to my father. She can’t just terrorize you even if my father gave her the position. It’s not right anyway! You’re my wife, not Laura. She’s—”Delia pulled away from him sharply. Her cheeks flushed and her jaw trembled, “You called her Laura.” “What?” Basil frowned, thinking back to the conversation. He shook his head, “No, I didn’t—”“Yes, you did!” “Well—”“You’ve been talking about Laura a lot lately like she’s still alive,” Delia sniffled. “Like Laurel makes you think of her.”Basil frowned, thinking about it. They did have very similar features. Laurel was younger, but she had some of the same mannerisms and a way of carrying herself, but what did
Adolph hadn’t known what kissing Laurel would do to him. Heat rushed through him, the need to mark her was near overwhelming, but he restrained himself, pulling back before he got lost in her scent. “I… don’t want to mark you with the door open.”Laurel gasped, her eyes widened as she pulled away from him. Her face was bright red. He almost winced at his words. That probably wasn’t the best thing to say, but he meant it.“We should… close the door then.”Adolph’s heart leaped looking down at Laurel who couldn’t meet his gaze. “What?”She huffed and glared up at him, “If I have to repeat myself, I’m leaving!”Adolph moved before he had fully realized what she’d said, dashing around the desk to close and lock the door as if she would find a way to escape. His wolf was growling, urging him to hurry up, but he looked at her. She was nervous, he expected her to be, but she wasn’t afraid. Laurel stared at him across the room, watching him as he approached her slowly. She let out a little
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen His Majesty so happy.” Basil frowned, recognizing the voice as Chasel’s. “With any luck, I can get the Imperial Calligrapher to draft up the announcements by the end of the day.”“Best of luck, cousin. I have to hope the Imperial Tailor is up to the task! Decorating for another wedding so soon is going to be chaos!”The two laughed and their footsteps faded. Another wedding? His father was getting married? To who? Worse than that, he’d told Chasel? What about him? He was his son, he should have been the first to know that his father was getting married!He clenched his fist. He knew that Adolph trust Chasel above all others, but still. Whoever this woman was would be his stepmother. He had the right to know that his mother’s place was being filled by some random woman he’d never met!“I don’t understand why he wouldn’t have told me first!” Basil cried, pacing his parlor as Delia sipped tea on the couch. “I’m his heir! Who could he be marrying?”He hadn’t