Leos rooms curtains let in evening light which left the walls in long shadows. It had been a day of insomnia. She had tried to force herself to sleep and pretend that nothing was going on downstairs. Leo sat on her bed edge the day's burden like a vice pressing down on her chest. She had long feared the union, and now she had managed to escape it. Nothing could calm the tight knot of fear that twisted in her stomach despite her best efforts to mentally prepare herself. She was not under the impression that everything would go as planned. Charles was coming for her today and the idea of the forced union and ceremony made her stomach turn. She was not prepared to give up. Not yet. But with each hour that went by the pressure from her mother, the elders of the kingdom and Charles himself increased. She was powerless to avoid it. There are repercussions. Although she had a strong will it was insufficient to prevent what was about to happen. Leo was startled when he heard a loud knoc
As the guards pulled her through the corridors Leo's breath came in short shallow gasps.Every step felt like a step closer to freedom and the bond's weight against her chest served as a continual reminder of the ritual that had decided her fate. The castle's atmosphere was oppressive as though the walls were closing in on her. She couldn't carry it out. She was not allowed to wed Charles. She wouldn't. However each stride she took in the direction of the packhouse felt like she was entering a prison from which she would never be able to escape. She had a racing mind. There must have been a solution. Although she was bound to Charles by a strong bond she had some control over the situation. She didn't think it couldn't be broken. Her mental turmoil was abruptly broken by a quiet voice,whispering," Lady Leo..." Ana emerged from a side hallway, her face strained with anxiety." I am able to assist you." A beat skipped through Leo's heart. The face of her personal maid was visi
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
"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 it—the 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 unrecognizable—framed 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.
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
As the guards pulled her through the corridors Leo's breath came in short shallow gasps.Every step felt like a step closer to freedom and the bond's weight against her chest served as a continual reminder of the ritual that had decided her fate. The castle's atmosphere was oppressive as though the walls were closing in on her. She couldn't carry it out. She was not allowed to wed Charles. She wouldn't. However each stride she took in the direction of the packhouse felt like she was entering a prison from which she would never be able to escape. She had a racing mind. There must have been a solution. Although she was bound to Charles by a strong bond she had some control over the situation. She didn't think it couldn't be broken. Her mental turmoil was abruptly broken by a quiet voice,whispering," Lady Leo..." Ana emerged from a side hallway, her face strained with anxiety." I am able to assist you." A beat skipped through Leo's heart. The face of her personal maid was visi
Leos rooms curtains let in evening light which left the walls in long shadows. It had been a day of insomnia. She had tried to force herself to sleep and pretend that nothing was going on downstairs. Leo sat on her bed edge the day's burden like a vice pressing down on her chest. She had long feared the union, and now she had managed to escape it. Nothing could calm the tight knot of fear that twisted in her stomach despite her best efforts to mentally prepare herself. She was not under the impression that everything would go as planned. Charles was coming for her today and the idea of the forced union and ceremony made her stomach turn. She was not prepared to give up. Not yet. But with each hour that went by the pressure from her mother, the elders of the kingdom and Charles himself increased. She was powerless to avoid it. There are repercussions. Although she had a strong will it was insufficient to prevent what was about to happen. Leo was startled when he heard a loud knoc
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
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.
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
"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 it—the 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 unrecognizable—framed 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