Kristen's voice emitted a strong undertone of anger and frustration, causing me to instinctively recoil. The weight of his words pressed upon me, reminding me that he was still deeply disappointed about our previous encounter. Though I lacked the opportunity to fully justify my actions, I pondered whether his words held genuine concern. Could it truly be impossible for the king to take action if I were to report Daphne? Raising my gaze, I found myself locking eyes with Kristen, his stare intense and piercing. However, I consciously made the decision to focus on the familiar eyes of the beta Kristen I had always known, seeking a sense of normalcy in our interaction. "Why did you say that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Were you not considering informing the king about her actions? I must caution you against making such a grave error. Daphne is an exceptionally formidable adversary, and if you fail to disregard her, you may find yourself regretting it," he
As the sun began its descent, casting a golden hue across the kingdom, the anticipation for the moon festival filled the air. Tonight, the courtyard would be transformed into a sight of enchantment, and I, Melina, would play my part in this grand celebration. I just wanted to be happy and give these people the response to their questions, they would not stop my sun from shinning. Sliding into the white dress embroidered with gold, a gift from the king himself, I took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. I knew Meemaw still doubted that it was a good idea to put on this dress - But I had completely a different thought. I smoothed out the delicate fabric on my hips, admiring the intricate patterns that gleamed in the fading light. The dress embraced me, the gold threads sparkling like stars against the moonlit sky. Tonight, I would be the star of this celestial event, though I also knew the shadows that lurked beneath the glamour. "You look dashin
As the moon festival drew to a close, my weariness engulfed me like a heavy shroud. The vibrant energy that had animated the courtyard now dissipated, leaving me longing for the solace of my chamber. I made my way towards the path leading back, eager for some much-needed rest. However, the peace I sought was shattered as soon as I glimpsed the figure of the king approaching. Dread knotted my stomach. Would he finally offer an apology for abandoning me and not looking for where I could have gone? But as he drew nearer, I saw an unwavering determination etched upon his face, and my hopes dwindled. The king stopped before me, his intense gaze fixed upon mine. "Melina," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of sternness. "Would you honor me by joining in for dinner in the dining hall?" For a moment, silence hung in the air, I hesitated, grappling with conflicting emotions. "Your Majesty," I finally replied, the words hesitant on my lips. "I appreciate the invitation, it m
Daphne and Eirene walked out of the dining hall, their footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of opulence mixed with delicate notes of spices from the sumptuous feast they had just indulged in. As they reached the hallway, about to part ways to their respective chambers, Daphne halted abruptly, her eyes fixed on Eirene. "Eirene, did you notice something peculiar in the dining hall today? I wasn't going to talk about it in the dinning hall because I know that walls have ears. That's why I came out with you so that I can talk about it with you, did you notice?" Daphne asked in a hushed tone, her voice tinged with curiosity. Eirene turned towards her, her brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, Daphne? What did you notice?" Daphne leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did you see how Prince Alistair acted when Beta Kristen entered the dining hall? There was a certain eagerness in his eyes that caught my atte
As the morning sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the walls of my chamber, I sat at the sturdy wooden table with my Meemaw, enjoying a quiet breakfast. The aroma of freshly baked bread and warm tea filled the air, offering a fleeting moment of tranquility before the chaos of the day swept over us. I had been alone for some time now - There was no one to chat with and finally today, my Meemaw got her first day off and I had taken it upon myself to make it nice. Meemaw listened attentively as I told her about the three king brothers that had been patrolling the palace since last week. "I haven't seen them in person but I heard that they are quite intimidating," Meemaw commented, sipping her tea. I nodded, my eyes full of unease. "Yes, Meemaw. From what I've heard, they can be quite ruthless. I don't know what to expect. The first time we met in the dinning, they almost drove me crazy. They were not happy with me being the king's
As the sun bathed the pack house in warmth, I just couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in my heart. I had spent weeks feeling trapped and isolated, but perhaps this dinner would serve as a turning point. A chance to understand Alexandros and, just maybe, find a connection that could bridge out differences. I really wanted to know what he thought about my uncle and I believed this could be a perfect time for the discussion. Since he wanted to be nice, he wouldn't want to hurt me even if I acted rudely with him. As the day wore on, word of my upcoming dinner with the alpha king spread throughout the pack house. Curiosity bloomed among the pack members, who sought to catch a glimpse of the enigmatic me and the powerful alpha king together. I could notice that some people were happy about it while some - Like Daphne, Xanthe and maybe Eirene were irritated. I found myself bombarded by well-meaning pack members, bombarding me with advice on how to charm the king and win his
After concluding our meal, it became evident that the culinary delights before us were truly exceptional. The exceptional taste could perhaps be attributed to the fact that it had been meticulously made for his highness, rather than an ordinary guest. Alternatively, one could even argue that the meal was fit for a prisoner, which, in my case, I still found myself to be. “Hmm, Your highness?” I called him and he turned his head at me, while we were eating the dessert. That male could eat for sure! "Can you call me Alexandros when we're alone, please? It's a polite request. I don't feel comfortable whenever you are being too formal with me. It's kinda weird." He said, the look on his face couldn't be more genuine. I smiled nervously and nodded. "Yes, sure... Alexandros." I called, and the way it sounded to my ears made my heart throb in a way I couldn't control. It sounded nice calling him Alexandros but it for sure would be awkward calling him Alexandros in front of everyone. “Yes,
Prince Alistair's heart raced as he made his way towards Beta Kristen's chamber. Getting to the entrance of Kristen's chamber, guarded by five guards with spears in their hand, the prince nodded at them. "I will like you to excuse me for a while. I want to meet with the beta." He said authoritatively. The guards, recognizing the urgency in the prince's eyes, allowed him to enter without hesitation. The room was dimly lit when Alistair stepped inside, casting eldritch shadows on the walls. He squinted, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness. As his gaze swept across the room, he realized that Beta Kristen was nowhere to be found. A tinge of worry gripped his chest. "Beta Kristen? Kristen! Kristen! Where are you? Are you in here?" Alistair's voice echoed through the stillness, hopeful for a response. But only silence greeted him. Panic began to settle in as he contemplated returning to the king, unsuccessful. He was sure nothing could have happened to Kristen but it wa