Thank the Rozen Maiden, Jasper was already hard. I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't.He smelled like mint soap and tasted nothing in particular. Like clean skin.“What are you doing?” the Lycan exclaimed, horrified. He shoved me, causing me to fall off the bed. I assumed he didn't intend to do that, as he quickly rushed to my side, visibly concerned. “I'm sorry!”I didn't move from my spot. I hurt my back when I hit the floor, but my pride and dignity hurt even worse.He was right. What was I doing, coming to his room and pouncing on him like that? I have no shame left in me. I couldn’t believe I’d stooped so low.“Hey, are you okay?” the duke asked, and I turned away from him, ignoring him completely. “Don't just lie in there. The floor's cold.”“Leave me alone.”“Selina...”I breathed deeply before opening my mouth and screaming at the top of my lungs.“Alright! Fine! Fine!” Jasper yelled through my screams, stepping back and covering his ears. “Fine, I'll leave you alone, jeez.”
Someone was standing by the window.The drawing room was dark, but I could see their silhouette thanks to the moonlight shining through the mesh curtains. They appeared to be looking out of the window, their back turned towards me. My heart thumping in my chest, I stepped back in an attempt to escape, only to be stopped by a familiar male voice.“You’re here…” The person finally looked at me. They were wearing a turquoise and gold suit. A royal butler.“Clifford?” I squinted to see the man properly, my eyes adjusting in the dark. He was… smiling. It was unusual, but not unwelcome. “It’s late. What are you still doing here?”“I noticed you were not here after His Majesty’s visit. Where were you?”I closed the door behind me and walked towards my bedroom. “I just went out for a walk. You can go back now.”“Oh, alright. Good night, my princess,” he said, a soft lilt in his voice. “Sweet dreams.”I raised my eyebrows at that. He never smiles or croons. The butler was always professional a
I let out a blood-curdling scream.“It’s alright, my princess,” Clifford tried to reassure me with a soothing voice as he approached me, but his actions had the opposite effect on me. “Do not be afraid, it’s–”Before he could finish speaking, a shadow leaped in front of me and tackled the butler to the ground with a growl. It was Jasper. They fought over the knife before the duke knocked Clifford out with a punch to the face, dislocating his jaw.“Freddy!” Bridgette screamed. Everyone rushed towards the prince, and they pushed me out of the way. I landed on my behind, the grass cushioning the fall, still too stunned to care.“Are you okay?” I heard Jasper ask. He knelt in front of me. I gazed at him and the hand he offered, still wide-eyed. “Selina, are you hurt?”I shook my head no. I was trembling like a leaf in the wind. I didn't even realize I was crying until the duke put an arm around me, pulling me close to his chest. “It’s alright. It’s over now.”It was strange. Even though h
Four heavily armored guards escorted me through the dungeon and through the halls of the castle. Each person had a chain linked to the shackles that I was wearing on my wrists and feet, the guards at the front pulling on them if I lagged. They did not stop walking until we were in the middle of the town square, which was filled to the brim with people from all walks of life. There weren’t usually this many people in attendance, and I’d heard there weren’t many executions open to the public. But this was a highly controversial case. It’s not every day a highborn gets tried and executed in the reign of Henry the Young, first of his name, King of Aldervolf, Protector of Men and the Occult, One True Heir of the Greater Volfenheim Empire. The Crown erected bleachers to accommodate the public. I saw a bunch of my old classmates among them, whispering to themselves, pointing at me. Some were sneering, thinking I deserved it. Only a handful of people looked like they pitied me. I stuck my chi
“Inform the envoy that we will provide financial assistance,” I heard my father say as I approached the open door to his office in the castle. King Saul was standing in front of the large glass window, looking over his realm with his back to us. “Inform them that the kingdom is also offering asylum to Draconian refugees. They do not need to bring their passports. Our borders are open to them, and we will provide them with whatever they require, including food, lodging, and employment. Also, please request that the Royal Treasury send me a report on...” The Monarch suddenly stopped when he noticed me through the window’s reflection. He promptly turned, and I took it to mean he acknowledged me and permitted me to enter. I stepped across the office’s threshold but did not go any further. The Royal Herald looked up from his tablet phone when my father stopped dictating, confused. The man did not notice me at first, but when he did, the king meaningfully looked at him and the herald unders
I could tell Henry was on edge. I could hear it in the monarch’s heartbeat. I could smell it in the scent he gave off. Selina of Rozenberg, his future bride, was visiting Aldervolf to study. The Crown had planned a State Reception for her, complete with ceremonies, dinner, and gun salutes, but she was days late, rendering everything they had planned useless. The reception would still happen, just not today, when she finally arrived. All kinds of gatherings were prohibited once the monthly lockdown was in effect. “I hope Selina doesn’t mind,” Henry muttered under his breath as he twirled his pen in his fingers repeatedly while he read file after file of paperwork. He must be desperate to finish all of it by tonight. I mean, he should, but whatever. I stopped bouncing my rubber ball on the wall of my sister’s laboratory to stare at the overworked king. I heard from other people that the Destined Queen—that’s what she was called around here— was pompous, self-obsessed, and overbearing.
“Selina is not at the border.” My eyes widened in alarm. “Are you sure?” “Yes! I just checked with the border patrol. Her carriage was nowhere in sight.” Henry paced back and forth in front of me, biting one thumb and fiddling with his phone with the other. A classic telltale sign: he was worried sick. “I can’t contact Selina!” “When was the last time you heard from her?” “At one o’clock this afternoon,” Henry answered, pressing his mobile phone to his ear again, attempting to call his fiancé. A missing royal, especially one of her importance, was never a good thing. This could spark civil discontent among the nobility and subjects… or perhaps cold war, between the kingdom of Rozenberg and the Empire. Everyone knew that Volfenheim was unrivaled in terms of power, but that kingdom, little as it was, was too valuable to cut off. We relied on that little archipelago for its agricultural exports. The Crown was also deeply indebted to them, monetary speaking. If Selina died in our terr
I squeezed the trigger on my handgun the moment the tramp in front of me moved. I was nimble, but the guy was much faster. Inhumanely so. Tried as I might to keep up with him, shooting at him, but my bullets were at least a millisecond slower, thus only hitting air and the soil surrounding us. When I had emptied my barrel, I knew it was futile to resist, so I closed my eyes, expecting a painful death that never came. There was growling, groaning, and scuffling behind me, like dogs fighting to the death. I opened my eyes, spun around, and took several steps back. On the ground, the guy was grappling with someone or something. It was thin, lanky, and dark. The head looked like a sickly, fur-less dog. My eyes widened in alarm as I realized, with the help of the large white moon, that it was a werewolf. I became acutely aware of my surroundings. I could hear growling and snarling from everywhere. The darkness of the Pass concealed them, but I knew we were surrounded. Hearing a pained yel