It wasn’t an odd question, but the timing felt strange. He was serious when he said it was unlikely that the vampire queen’s forces would try to poison him again, but did she think that they would attack the capital? Or rather, did she believe that he couldn’t protect her?“Why?”Her lips twitched and she nodded at the depiction. Adolph looked at the window and winced. “You don’t think it’s just a metaphor?”“Can you handle a sword?” She asked with a wry smile. He sighed, “I suppose you have a point…”“If something happens,” Laurel said. “I don’t want to be a useless shield.”She looked up at him, “You wouldn’t begrudge me that, would you?”Adolph grumbled. She knew he would never begrudge her anything. “Very well,” Adolph nodded. “As soon as we get back, I’ll arrange someone to train you.”She smiled, “Thank you, Your Majesty!”He growled, backing her up against the wall and leaning in her space. Her face turned red and she let out a shuddering little breath. “Call me by name,” h
Sam stepped closer and took Laurel by her shoulders.“Breathe.” He said and watched her take in a deep breath and look up at him fearfully. “You were poisoned and spent a week in a coma. It is not unheard of that your wolf is still recovering from the ordeal. His Majesty couldn’t shift for a few days after being poisoned and you were exposed to a far greater dose than he was.”Laurel swallowed and nodded shakily, “O-Okay.”“When you can shift, we’ll start on that part of your training. For now, we’ll start with basic moves.”“Okay.”She tried to regain her calm as Sam lifted his fists and told her to mirror him. He corrected her posture and the grip of her fists kindly and guided her through the basics of how to throw a solid punch. Then, it was a kick. He moved on to a combo, showing her the proper way to hold her balance and how to move.It felt a bit like learning formal dances. She was almost grateful for the strict instruction from the etiquette teacher. Her balance wasn’t perfec
Laurel forced herself to breathe, her mind started to race. Eden was a vampire. Was he dangerous? Was he a spy or just taking refuge in the werewolf kingdom? Why would he be here if that were the case? His hands began to shake as the nurse came back with more towels, breaking the silence in the room. Laurel wrapped her hand in one of the towels and stood. “I should get this seen to,” Laurel said, “I’ll see you later, Eden!”He nodded, turning a kind smile on her, but the hunger in his eyes was still there. She hurried out of the backroom and snagged a bandage and rushed back to the castle.She went to her room and closed it behind her without a word before setting to pacing.How could Eden be a vampire? How had he managed to hide it all this time? Was he connected to the poison attempt? Was he connected to Laura's death? She stopped and shook her head. Eden had been nothing but kind to her. There was no real reason to suspect him other than being a vampire. In the same way that th
It was nearing dinnertime when Laurel made it back to the castle. She walked up the stairs and knocked on Adolph's office door, hoping to catch him before dinner."Come in."Laurel entered Adolph's office with a beaming smile as he set his quill on the table and stood. She closed the door behind her."Your Majesty, I am so glad I caught you. I was hoping to speak about the minister of commerce."Adolph smiled, listening with half an ear about her findings regarding the kingdom's trade agreements. He'd organized several contracts that were higher than their predecessors, likely to secure a substantial amount of kickbacks."I think if we could check his tax records and audit these trade routes we'd have enough evidence to…"She gasped, stumbling back against the door as he approached.He lifted the pages from her hands and wrapped his arms around her."While I do enjoy your cunning and dedication to the downfall of those idiots, I ask you to indulge me as your future husband for a time.
“Patience,” Helena said. “A noblewoman is never in a hurry though she has purpose when she strides.”Laurel walked surefooted and familiar with Helena. The books barely trembled as she glided around the room with Helena. Delia clenched her jaw. The sight irritated her as she thought of Laura’s grace and how much Delia hated it.“Poise,” Helena’s voice pulled her from her thoughts as they reached the other side of the room. “For no one must know her mind before she speaks it, not even her husband. To be an enigma serves her cause… To be calm is to master yourself. How can you lead people when you cannot lead yourself?”The words floated through Laurel’s consciousness, sending her back in time to when she was taking the same lessons as Laura. She had taken these words to heart and found strength in them. “Grace for the very sight of her gliding into a room should shock those within into silence, charm them into listening, and set the tone for how she is to be treated.”Helena walked wi
It had been days since he met with Gavin, but Eden had a feeling that Gavin was too busy trying to save himself to care much about Eden’s dismissal of his proposal. It served him right. He walked down the hall of the castle, hoping to see Laurel before he left the city. “We shall have a brief break in the gardens…” an unfamiliar voice said from afar.Eden stopped as an older woman led Laurel and Delia down an alcove leading towards stairs to the ground floor. Delia was holding a book in place on her head as they walked. Beside her, Laurel *glided down* the hallway with a book on her head, back straight and graceful as if she had always grown up in the castle. The book barely trembled as she walked.Eden wanted to call out and speak to her before he left, but he couldn't get the words out. She seemed different. Her eyes had lost some of their innocent sparkle and joy. In their place was a calm composure and regal air.He clenched his fist as a pair of servants came down the hallway w
Basil had finished the bottle of whiskey all of an hour after waking up screaming His entire body ached from the day's work but his guilt and confusion woke him. Yet another dream about Laura. How many did that make now? Too many.He got out of bed and went into the antechamber where a fresh bottle of whiskey sat waiting for him. He opened the bottle ignoring the glass beside it and began to drink. The alcohol burned on his way down, but he knew so long as he drank enough of it the burn would dull the other ache in his chest. The bottle was half empty when he decided it was too hot in his room. He left, staggering down the corridor and the stairs. He barely missed falling over himself going to reach the ground floor. Then, he let his feet take him where they always took him after every dream about Laura: the graveyard.The paths had been swept recently. He supposed the graveyard attendants had taken note that he was spending more of his nights here and made sure to clean up fr
Adolph hadn’t expected to run into his son at the graveyard. He had only wanted to see Laurel that night, but he had never imagined that Basil would confirm his suspicions. *“Laura, please… Please. I’m sorry!”*He considered the fact that Basil was drunk based on the way he moved and what he’d been hearing from Henry and the servants, but there was an alertness to his gaze that made him think Basil wasn’t that drunk. Then, there was the way Laurel responded. Cold and sure as if she was Laura. When Basil looked at him, he didn't move from his place, half-cloaked in shadows, but Laurel walked away from Basil with a sure and even gait. Laurel came to stand beside him and he felt his anger ease. She may have been Laura, Basil’s wife, in her last life, but Laurel, his mate, now and that was all that mattered to him.Basil looked at them standing together and couldn't breathe. His mind turned, whirling out of control. His emotions were chaotic and spilling out of his eyes in thick strea