9

Waking the following morning, I felt it would become but a sin to walk into that chapel to marry Irvan.

I will be queen in eight years, but all at the cost of my happiness.

Picking up my brush, I see Isabella enter through my mirror.

Her mother, a well-obedient maid, accompanies her.

She is good friends with her mother, which did not surprise me.

My mother was of the same title as a maid and any servant of the castle, a Baron none less.

In the fictional children's stories, Barons are known as Omegas, yet Isabella kept on acting as if she were a Queen.

A Luna, if you would, the titles were easy to comprehend: a King was one's Alpha, a Duke was one's Beta, a Marquess was one’s Gamma, and a knight was one's many Delta.

And the warriors were the guards of our people.

“Isabella, you will help place the gown on the young queen. Mark my words, the child. The king will lash you if you disobey once more,” the maid said.

I could see the anger in Isabella the hurtful heart she had been holding on to.

I dared to end this misery once and for all.

I had no desire to make her my enemy.

I had already seen that Ina also hated the compassion Leonidas was demonstrating to me.

I refused to add more wood to this fire, “Isabella, if you wish to be his, I have no desire to stop you. You may be one of his concubines. I see no reason to deny your desires. Perhaps you could provide us the heir I cannot bring.”

I declared, knowing this was true.

Chosen mates rarely could give offspring.

Her mother had received a mind link as he replied, “It would be her honor to be a concubine for the young king when the time is closer, my young queen. Please pardon my presence is needed momentarily.”

She bowed after giving her last direction to Isabella.

Once she had closed the door of my powder room, a slight growl was my response from Isabella, followed by her words, “You are not fit to be anything but a peasant!”

Not understanding why she kept being rude to my struggles in keeping everything at bay, Isabella sent me a letter.

As I took it out and then began to read it, I wrote,

In the short moments, we have been blessed to share, my heart has been filled with love, and my devotion to you grows each time I set my eyes on you.

Fear not.

You will have and be everything you desire, as I want you, my Isabella.

-Irvan

I didn’t expect to feel a tear, yet placing my hand on my wet cheek, I felt the tears had started to run down from my eyes.

Irvan wanted my life to be Isabella’s.

Seeing this is what my future husband wanted.

It seemed fitting for him to have his first actual concubine consort.

Taking the paper he had confessed his feelings to my close maid, I walked to the candle in my chambers.

Isabella walked behind me, taking the paper I burned, and Isabella shouted in anger, “That was my letter!!!! How dare you!”

The door opens, and as guards enter my chambers, I point at Isabella.

“Take her away. She is to be dressed in better sheets for a concubine maid. These words leave no further than the walls of my chamber.”

They do as I had ordered.

Not long after, Isabella’s mother enters, “I believe my hair is missing, after which I will leave with only the guards as my attendants.”

She bowed and went straight to work.

Finished, I stand holding on the front of my white silky dress, a ruched turtle neck, mopping gown, puffy arms that were of solid ruched mopping high waist with my hands as on one I hold the gold white lily Leonidas gave me.

I had been wearing no jewelry for it is costume to have your soon-to-be husband gift you their family heirlooms till the day of one’s wedding.

The morning sun hasn’t yet risen to greet me.

As I entered the chapel, Leonidas met me.

He was in a white uniform that made him look remarkable.

He took a moment to recollect himself, then took a slight bow, “Good morning, Lady Louise,” he greeted me.

The tiny tears I had held in my expression had ended their threat to be exposed.

I return his greeting, but I catch his wandering eye and land on the Lily.

He puffs his chest in pride.

Perhaps he feels pride over me meeting him before our rehearsal with his small token of consideration.

At my age, it is not a costume to do this, but my frail heart can’t hold another heartbreak.

Leonidas looks around to see I have brought only my guards.

Confused, he asks as he extends his hand for me to take, placing my free hand.

We walk to where we must be in attendance.

Cerenity the Moon Goddess Mother POV

Setting my sights on my children, I have seen many who desire to be loved.

I had set my sights on the Arkitisk family for generations.

I have come once to bless Legolas, for his words on the altar had proven rebellion against the rules that prohibited him from marrying his destined mate.

In return, he had not only matched his fated mate but brought a daughter into this ruling land of his ancestors.

I see a pleasing resemblance in his daughter.

These children would be free to love one another.

It would mean the perfect time to give my blessing powers to the one deserving of a proper life.

A union of these clans must be provided to bring them into one solid alliance.

As Leonidas takes his fated mate Louise to the altar, I move the wolves within my two councils representing their clans to set their sights on what fate has installed for them.

Leonidas reaches with her just as the council members are at a halt, watching what is to happen, “perhaps it would help us both to self-practice before the others arrive. I feel it would be a good responsibility to do so. Let us pretend I am your chosen mate, as you are mine. I shall start,” Leonida's sweet nature is shown to his beloved, who blushes under each tender word he expresses to her.

She holds the Lily tight, then replies, “If we are asked what we have been doing, what shall we say?”

She asked timidly, to which Leonidas replied warmly, “We are simply not wasting time in practicing for our duties when of age, nothing wrong with that,” he stated lovingly into her eyes, then started to rehearse how one would marry their chosen mate.

Leonidas rehearses by saying, “At the stroke of the morning bell, we are dressed in our clan's garments of purity, as we had no other, but our duty to fulfill, set in stone others are calmly in place, representing their honor, respect, and duty to our cause in bringing our future upon holy union by our father and mother gods we arrive to solidify one another by the grace of our clan's acceptance, here we embark by unifying the first clan, the Fenrisúlfr Clan is to marry their chosen mate,” he takes out a rare ring that doesn’t seem to be one I had seen in my entire life, it was a thin black band that seemed to have rose thorns swirling through it decorated with ruby roses all around it.

As he takes Louise’s hand, he places the ring on her wedding finger.

“I know this is not the costume of our people, Louise, but I believed you were too perfect to be wearing such a ring as the costume of my family. I made my family heirloom for you to wear my love in your hand. I’m aware we are only rehearsing, but my feelings fit you are true. Please consider me worthy of you as I do you.”

Leonida's words made the girl gasp.

She moved her hand to admire the beautiful ring.

As the children showed their real feelings towards one another, the council Elders were fighting their wolves for control.

They had seen the rebellious action of King Legolas be demonstrated through his daughter's actions, aware my children would be harmed.

My powers reached the moon and had it set with the sun.

I leave my realm to join my children.

Through the reflection of the mosaics, I reveal myself to them.