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
Laurel sank into her seat, still giddy from the picnic. They had been out there for several hours that morning, enjoying each other’s company until Adolph had to get back to finish up a few things before the ministry’s meeting. She smiled looking at the bouquet on her desk. Adolph told her that he’d had it replaced. The sight of roses still stung a bit, but she thought back to the picnic and found herself able to carry on with her work. She had a bit of paperwork to review regarding the orphanage and she still hadn’t gotten a chance to speak with Basil about the orchard. A knock sounded on her door. “Come in.”Gavin Mirabelle entered with a cold expression, sneering down at her. He wasn’t a bad looking man for his age, but his malice and greed had disfigured even the color of his eyes in her mind. He was nothing but a greedy man, pulling his grandson’s strings. As he walked in, he saw several other ministers standing outside Adolph’s office. He closed the door behind him and she wa
“Have you seen it?”“Yeah, it’s kind of hard to miss.” One of the women giggled. “How romantic. Who knew the king was so possessive?”Tina frowned, turning her head and straining to hear the rest of the conversation. “It makes you wonder how much is true and how much Tina made up just to seem important,” the other one said. “I mean, Maria has been here since before Tina and she said that Luna Olivia was never marked.”Tina gasped, covering her mouth. It was impossible! There was no way that tramp had been marked by Adolph. Her mistress had languished about Adolph’s unwillingness to mark her, bemoaning tradition and his sense of propriety. *He says it’s about tradition, but I know better. She’d said. He just doesn’t want to mar my perfect skin. He loves me so much. He’s so gentle…*Tina had had her doubts about it then, but Olivia had been so in love and Adolph was obviously in love with her as well, so she hadn’t thought about it too much. Tina had never been marked either, but she
Adolph led Laurel away from the ballroom into a nearby parlor and pulled her close with a sigh, nuzzling her. Her scent was as warm and sweet as ever, soothing in ways he hadn’t ever thought anything could be. The exhaustion that had been dragging him down for years had vanished practically overnight since he’d marked her. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered. Laurel laughed a little, “You saw me this morning.”“It was too long ago,” he said with a little chuckle, before dropping a kiss to her temple. “A gift.” She frowned as Adolph took her hand a put a chain of gold around her wrist with a few charms. One looked like a blue lake made of sapphires under a mountain. Another was a tree made of gold and tiny emeralds. The next was a rose made of rubies. Another was an azalea made of rubies. The last charm looked like a lunar flower made of diamonds so clear they sparkled in the dim light. “Y-Your Majesty, I…” He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “It’s beautiful but…”“You can’t retu