Ugh...I jolted out of sleep when someone drew back the curtains, allowing the early sun to stream in through the balcony doors and into my face. My eyes and head hurt. I don’t remember exactly when I dozed off, but it felt more like dawn than night. After Dame Geneviéve’s late night visit, she actually took a chair and sat outside the room to guard it. She freaked me out so much I couldn’t sleep. Obviously, I couldn’t let her know I was awake either.The slamming and squeaking of the metal bars that the maids had unlocked, opened, and concealed from view made my headache worse.“Good morning, Your Royal Highness,” Dame Geneviève said in a cheery tone before she ripped the blanket off of me. It’s cold! “It’s six o’ clock, time for breakfast.”What kind of service were they providing here, really? These people were just as impolite as their boss. I used my elbows to prop myself up and saw the maids were busy walking about the room, doing one thing or another. I fell back on my pillow i
“Satisfied?” a deep voice asked after I hung the ring of spare keys on the hook outside of the servants’ quarters. I hadn’t spotted Jasper when I got there, so when I looked back, I nearly leapt in alarm to see him standing behind me, leaning against a wall.True to his words, Dame Genevieve gave me a spare set of keys without question and let me roam the place. There was no room, nook or cranny I wasn’t allowed to enter and I spent the entire morning doing that. I even found Henry’s room, but he was fast asleep, so I left him alone. I wasn’t sure what I was searching for, but I did find a few things in the manor interesting:First, they weren’t joking when they said the king had lived there since he was a kid. I found dozens of photo albums of him in the painting hall, as well as a painted portrait of him with the Otxoa family. He was six or seven years old then. According to some of the ledgers I found in the library, he stayed on the estate under the tutelage of Izaro Otxoa until t
“No, just you.” I smirked at Jasper, and he laughed.I stared at him, thinking about how easy and pleasant our conversation had gotten compared to that morning. Or every other time since we went to the orphanage. We spent so much time being annoyed with each other. It was exhausting. Playful bantering like this was a breath of fresh air....Wait... Why was I getting soft?“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”I blushed furiously. The Jasper that I first met was back. I was going to retort something smart when the heavy doors opened and Henry ambled in. Every commoner in the great hall got up from their seats as a sign of respect. They all greeted the king as he passed by them.“Look who decided to join the land of the living,” Jasper joked as soon as Henry was within earshot. My fiancé smiled and took a seat beside me.“You still look exhausted,” I said, concerned. “What time did your meetings end?”“I don’t know... early hours of the morning,” Henry yawned. “I’m still sleepy...”I gue
What I did was stupid and dangerous. I knew that. However, when I thought about it at the time, it made sense to me. In my desperation to prove to Henry that his ideals were stupid, I was thoughtless... and it cost me a life._______I stopped in my tracks before I reached the foyer. I heard rustling and growling outside and looked out the window, shocked to see werewolves prowling in the vast yard. Not just Ulrich wolves, but actual werewolves. Some of the monsters were interacting with the animals, while others stood motionless, staring at the full moon. They were as hideous as ever, not quite a wolf but also not entirely humanoid. They resembled a sickly dog, with thin dark hair, an elongated body, and abnormally long arms and legs, as well as thin long fingers with claw-like nails. From where I stood, I could see that there must be at least fifty of them. I’ve never seen so many werewolves gathered in one place before.I shook in terror as one of the werewolves sniffed the air. It
Just a dream?It was the first thought that came to mind as soon as I opened my eyes. The sun was already at its peak; the room was already bright and toasty and nobody bothered to wake me. I was hungry, but still too weak to get up. I raised my hand to ring the bell on the headboard when I noticed the bandage on my palm. It was as if a dam burst and the memories came flooding in. I sat up, panting, eyes wide in fear and grasping at my neck where I was sure the werewolf bit me. Nothing. Not even a scratch.What happened?I swept my eyes around the room, looking for signs of the beast, but there were none. Jasper, however, was in the corner of the room, near the door, with his arms folded across his chest. His hair was down and he was looking at the floor, his face serious.“You’re awake?” a voice said, and I flinched, turning my head towards Henry, who was sitting in a chair beside the bed. He was hunched over, his elbows resting on his thighs, his gaze fixed on the carpeted floor. My
“Do you know what this is?”Where did he get that? I racked my brain, trying to recall whether I had hidden the vial or simply left it lying around, but my memory was foggy.“I’ve never seen that in my life,” I said. I felt guilty all of a sudden. Scared.“Jay?” The king turned to his friend, ignoring me.“That’s a vial of peace aster concentrate,” Jasper said, finally looking up and staring at me. His eyes were burning gold with fury and it sent chills down my spine. “It’s extremely powerful. A drop is enough to knock a person out for an hour.”“And what will it do if a person has a weak heart?” Henry asked again. “Or old?”“It will kill them.”I felt my heart drop to my stomach. Does that mean...? No... that can’t be. How would I know it was going to happen? I also did not know Dame Geneviève had a weak heart. Yes, she was old, but she was as strong as an ox! I just saw her chop a bunch of firewood the day before.“I underestimated you, Selina.” Henry looked at me like he wanted to
It was exactly what Jasper said. One week after the lockdown was lifted, Henry returned to school, and I had the chance to talk to him again. He apologized for accusing me of mur*der, but I could tell he was still blaming me for his governess’ death. He wasn’t openly angry, but he had this look. It made me angry and scared that he was sighing and distant like he doesn't want to deal with me, like he was tired of me. Which made me lash out at him. I hit him where it would hurt him most: his precious friends. I reminded him of what they were, insulted them, calling them by every name in the book just to get a reaction out of him.He closed his eyes tight for a few seconds before looking at me again.“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Henry had told me. “However, the occults ARE human. It’s just that the cards they were dealing with differed from yours. And werewolves do not know what they’re doing when they shift. They have no choice. They are sick. No one can stop me from helping sick peop
“Just when I thought we were finally getting somewhere,” Jasper muttered, shaking his head.“What?” I leaned away from him, disgusted. “Ew! I’ll never see you as anything other than the monster that you are.”I didn’t have to filter my words with him any longer and I was glad about that.Jasper smirked, dropping the pie on the plate carelessly. “I stopped liking you the moment I found out you were Henry’s fiancée; I don’t pursue girls in relationships.”“Wow, doing the bare minimum,” I sneered. “What do you want from me, a medal?”“All I’m saying is that I thought after that day in Ulrich, we’d finally be at least civil.”“I am civil.” I cocked my head to the side, folding my arms to my chest.Jasper let out a short, mirthless laugh, looking down at the plate in front of him before standing up.“Well, thanks for the snack,” he said as he grabbed the half-eaten pie and raised it in front of me as if in salute before taking another bite. “Good luck getting back with Henry.”“We’re still