Suffocating in its stillness, the day had stretched on. Leo was too confused and distraught to do anything else, and she had hardly left the corner of her room. She felt as though the burden of the life she had been compelled to lead was suffocating her. With every second that went by the walls closed in on her and the room's silence felt more confining than reassuring. As usual when she was feeling down, she could hear her fathers voice echoing in her head: Leo, get married to someone who will keep you safe. Get married with dignity. Someone who will support you? With gentle steady hands, her father had always led her through life and spoke with such love and wisdom. But she had disregarded his cautions. She was forced on Charles because her mother thought he was the man who would change everything for good. As a result of her weakness, she was now imprisoned in this room that felt like a prison. She had once admired Charles when she was still growing up, but he had changed.
The packhouses walls were more confining than before. For what seemed like days, Leo had been imprisoned in her room, a prisoner of the room itself as well as the man in charge. Like an ominous cloud, Charles hovered over her his every action planned and exact. Leo was determined to fight him in every way she could even though his goals were becoming more and more obvious every day. But today she wasn't going to remain confined. She needed to know what Charles' true plans were and what kind of person he had really turned into. Leo walked carefully toward her room's door, checking to make sure no one was around. She barely managed to get out without making a sound by pushing the door open enough. She heard voices coming from a nearby chamber but the hallway was deserted. She was drawn in by curiosity and followed the faint murmurs being cautious to remain hidden in the shadows. As she got closer to the room the voices became more distinct. With her heart racing Leo paused at the do
Leo's room's windows were glowing faintly golden as the sun just began to peek over the horizon. She hadn't slept a wink because her thoughts were constantly consumed by her fathers presence, his firm voice and the way he had always urged her to be resilient. He had once advised her to marry for love rather than power but that had been a lifetime ago. Leo was now stuck in a marriage that failed to live up to her fathers expectations. The pain was a continual reminder of how far she had deviated from the life she had known so she pressed her hand to her chest. The more she stayed in Charles' controlling world the more the memories of her family and home slipped away from her like a faraway dream. But Leo decided to leave her room today for some reason. She might have needed some air. Perhaps she needed a reminder that the packhouse was not the only place in the world. Or perhaps just possibly she needed a moment's respite from the oppressive reality she had fallen into. The sound o
Leo had spent the majority of the long day wandering around her room, her thoughts removed from the world she was stuck in. She kept thinking about Jude, his gentle voice, the way he had looked at her and the small gesture of kindness he had given her when no one else had. She found herself in a gloomy world, it seemed like a tiny infrequent glimmer of humanity. But she was aware that she should not linger on such thoughts. Especially someone who was close to Charles, so closely .She couldn't afford to trust anyone. Long before her marriage was imposed upon her, she had to learn that lesson the hard way. After dinner that night, Leo found herself strolling down the hallways once more. She was not sure of what she was searching for, it could be a means of escape or simply some sort of calm in the midst of her hectic life. A recognizable voice cut through her thoughts as she was walking down the hallway. "Hi"A beat skipped through her heart. She instantly recognized the voice as sh
"Leo," Her mothers piercing, uncompromising voice cut through the quiet Palace hall." We need to have a conversation." The command in her mothers voice made Leo stop dead in her tracks her heart sinking. This was the moment she had expected. The weight of the royal crown which was not yet hers was pressing down on her and she could feel itâthe air was heavy with inevitable. The conversations about what lay ahead had already started even though her fathers body was still cold in the mortuary. Leo had never desired the future. She looked at Queen Aurelia, the woman who had always controlled the Packs power but she didnt answer. Once tender and full of love the queens face now appeared hard and nearly unrecognizableâframed by something other than grief of course. Leo's mother didnt wait for her to speak. With her gaze fixed on her daughters face she took a step closer. "Leo, the kingdom is in disarray. We are in a difficult situation because of your fathers passing. This is som
In Leo's hands the letter shook, its thick parchment sealed with wax nearly scorching her skin. This was not what she had anticipated despite her many expectations. Her heart was racing as she glanced up at Ana, her personal maid. Her voice was tense and strained as though speaking too loudly would break the delicate silence that had descended upon the room. "What is this?" she asked. Ana's dark eyes flicked to Charles who was waiting in the doorway with a predatory composure, but his face was unreadable. Leo's gut told her that she couldn't ignore the letter's obvious message that whatever was written in it was going to change everything. "You know It?s from your father," Ana said, her voice hardly audible above a whisper." He left instructions before he passed away. He was aware that this was what would happen, Leo. He anticipated your refusal. Leo's stomach turned over. "What does it say?" She asked but What it said she already knew. There could only be one awful thing that
The knock at the palace door came just as the sun had begun to rise over the kingdom. Leo's chest constricted with every second that went by, and her heart skipped a beat. She had been pacing all night long struggling with the fear of what lay ahead. Her mothers abrupt push the letter from her father and now?this. Her mothers voice interrupted her thoughts as she called through the door, Leo.... Make sure you're ready. He'll arrive shortly." Leo felt the burden of the situation weigh down on her as she clenched her fists. She wanted to decline and flee from the choices being made for her, but she was unable to do so. Not right now. Not with the future of the entire kingdom at stake. A stranger was her reflection as she stood in front of the mirror. The weight of tradition and expectation made the royal gown she wore feel like chains. Even with her golden hair styled, and the tiara perched on her head Leo could only see the image of a princess with no authority over her own life.
This was the day, Standing at her chamber's large arched window Leo pressed her fingers lightly against the cool glass. While courtiers and servants hurried about their tasks in anticipation of the ceremony the palace gardens below her were a riot of color. Her heart was thumping in her chest and the air was heavy with tension. Her mate. The one who was meant to be her fate. Charles, Leo however knew the truth. This had nothing to do with fate, love or even the welfare of the kingdom. She was only an instrument in Charles well-planned scheme to seize control of everything including the throne, the oil wells and her family's legacy. No, she refused to comply. She wouldn't serve as a pawn in his schemes. Leo inhaled deeply and turned his back on the window. The full-length mirror reflected her back. It was oppressive to wear her mothers dress, a delicate gold gown that glistened with every step. She carried the burden of expectation like a heavy crown on her shoulders. Leo didn't
Leo had spent the majority of the long day wandering around her room, her thoughts removed from the world she was stuck in. She kept thinking about Jude, his gentle voice, the way he had looked at her and the small gesture of kindness he had given her when no one else had. She found herself in a gloomy world, it seemed like a tiny infrequent glimmer of humanity. But she was aware that she should not linger on such thoughts. Especially someone who was close to Charles, so closely .She couldn't afford to trust anyone. Long before her marriage was imposed upon her, she had to learn that lesson the hard way. After dinner that night, Leo found herself strolling down the hallways once more. She was not sure of what she was searching for, it could be a means of escape or simply some sort of calm in the midst of her hectic life. A recognizable voice cut through her thoughts as she was walking down the hallway. "Hi"A beat skipped through her heart. She instantly recognized the voice as sh
Leo's room's windows were glowing faintly golden as the sun just began to peek over the horizon. She hadn't slept a wink because her thoughts were constantly consumed by her fathers presence, his firm voice and the way he had always urged her to be resilient. He had once advised her to marry for love rather than power but that had been a lifetime ago. Leo was now stuck in a marriage that failed to live up to her fathers expectations. The pain was a continual reminder of how far she had deviated from the life she had known so she pressed her hand to her chest. The more she stayed in Charles' controlling world the more the memories of her family and home slipped away from her like a faraway dream. But Leo decided to leave her room today for some reason. She might have needed some air. Perhaps she needed a reminder that the packhouse was not the only place in the world. Or perhaps just possibly she needed a moment's respite from the oppressive reality she had fallen into. The sound o
The packhouses walls were more confining than before. For what seemed like days, Leo had been imprisoned in her room, a prisoner of the room itself as well as the man in charge. Like an ominous cloud, Charles hovered over her his every action planned and exact. Leo was determined to fight him in every way she could even though his goals were becoming more and more obvious every day. But today she wasn't going to remain confined. She needed to know what Charles' true plans were and what kind of person he had really turned into. Leo walked carefully toward her room's door, checking to make sure no one was around. She barely managed to get out without making a sound by pushing the door open enough. She heard voices coming from a nearby chamber but the hallway was deserted. She was drawn in by curiosity and followed the faint murmurs being cautious to remain hidden in the shadows. As she got closer to the room the voices became more distinct. With her heart racing Leo paused at the do
Suffocating in its stillness, the day had stretched on. Leo was too confused and distraught to do anything else, and she had hardly left the corner of her room. She felt as though the burden of the life she had been compelled to lead was suffocating her. With every second that went by the walls closed in on her and the room's silence felt more confining than reassuring. As usual when she was feeling down, she could hear her fathers voice echoing in her head: Leo, get married to someone who will keep you safe. Get married with dignity. Someone who will support you? With gentle steady hands, her father had always led her through life and spoke with such love and wisdom. But she had disregarded his cautions. She was forced on Charles because her mother thought he was the man who would change everything for good. As a result of her weakness, she was now imprisoned in this room that felt like a prison. She had once admired Charles when she was still growing up, but he had changed.
It was a dark night with the soft sound of the wind outside. A candle that flickered on the nightstand was the only source of light in Leo's room.Leo was sitting at her room's little wooden desk, the silver brush she was holdingtrembling a little as she combed her hair and the shadows seemed to stretch fartherin the darkness creeping across the floor.The tension that seemed to permeate everything made the room feel oppressive. Even when Charles wasn't there she could sense his eyes because he had been observing her more lately.His eyes seemed to have turned into a heavy burden that pressed down on her every action and breath. Tonight however was different. Her plan for tonight was clear. She tied her long hair in a makeshift braid then pulled the strands loose leaving only a few thick locks in place, her fingers working swiftly and efficiently.She had previously witnessed it in stories and films: inmates breaking out of prison by doing whatever it took to get out. Despite her lack
Leo paced the cramped space of her room, her footsteps reverberating against the stone walls. No matter how hard she tried, the connection with Charles kept drawing her back reminding her that escape was only a passing fantasy.It felt like a prison with the icy unforgiving building closing in around her. With a finality that cut deep within her chest the lock clicked, and the door slammed shut behind her.She found herself confined once more. The spot where Charles had struck her still ached in her cheek, a continual blazing reminder of his dominance over her.Her hand which was shaking was raised to her face and gently brushed the area. The pain was still there. She couldn't get away from it; it felt like a brand identifying her as his. It was something she detested. He was despised by her.A tear escaped from the corner of her eye and Leo winced. Angry at herself for letting such weakness show she swiftly wiped it away."Damn him," she muttered in a raspy voice. Goddamn him for bel
Leo was seated across from Charles at the long dining table and the sun had just begun to rise illuminating the grand windows of his packhouse.Even though the morning air was cool they were tense with one another. Silently the servants passed by them bringing plates of food and setting them in front of Leo and Charles but the jarring silence that pervaded the space seemed to be all that mattered.Her stomach tightened, but Leo picked at the food before her. She didn't feel hungry. Eating in front of Charles and his constant guards felt more like a sign of submission than a meal.Even so she was forced to remain there, her body stiff with pain and her mind racing with ideas for how to get out of this nightmare. But Charles was silent. His eyes flicked toward Leo with a chilly gleam that made her shiver as he ate his food mindlessly.Despite the fact that he had not physically touched her in two days, his presence served as a continual reminder of the bond that kept her captive. Whethe
As the horses trotted steadily in the direction of Charles packhouse the carriage shook uncomfortably over the uneven road, its wheels creaking.Leo's fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of her dress as she gazed out the small window. Her thoughts were far from the landscape as the green and brown countryside passed by in a blur.For a future that was no longer here to decide she had left everything behind including her family, her house and the life she had known. She felt the weight of her predicament pressing down on her chest and her heart ached, the connection, marriage. The throne.Charles was by her side only to serve as a continual reminder of the fate she had been thrown into and everything was turning into a nightmare from which she was unable to escape.Charles was sitting next to her in the carriage, his back straight, his gaze fixed on the road. He didn't talk to her even though she didn't expect him to. He was thinking about something much more significant. The mo
The next morning the stifling air inside the castle grew thicker than a dense fog. Leo sensed it in the atmosphere?an invisible burden suffocating her by pressing against her chest.She sat on the edge of her bed after the guards had led her to her room, gazing at the walls that seemed to be closing in on her more and more every second. Her soul was constantly reminded that she was no longer free by the heavy suffocating bond.Her brief period of escape had been a delusion that ended when Charles pulled her back broken but unbowed. She moved slowly to the window and watched as the morning light came in through the drapes.Although the light was lovely it now seemed far away, everything was the same. Once a haven the castle now felt more like a prison, its golden walls mocking her every attempt to flee.She and Charles had formed a bond that could not be broken, not without significant expense. Leo's hand at her side clenched into a fist. She wouldn't accept it. He wouldn't have her.T