“What!” Both Belle and Prince Layke exclaimed in unison, abruptly rising from their seats.
“Belle, please sit down.” Queen Serena sighed, not in the least bit surprised by her daughter’s outburst. “I wouldn’t decide upon this if it wasn’t for the good of the kingdom.” She reminded her daughter.
“Father, this is madness. This surely this isn’t the only way.” Prince Layke shook his head in dismay. “She isn’t even my mate! I don’t think..”
King Layke raised his brows as he folded his arms across his chest. “Since when were you planning on searching for your mate, Layke?” His father challenged.
Prince Layke frowned. “That’s beside the point.” Prince Layke had decided a while ago that he wouldn’t be searching for his mate. Mates complicate matters and make it difficult to prioritise. He needed a clear head in order to put the good of his people first, he couldn’t be distracted by wanting to be around a woman every second of the day.
“I don’t think this is particularly necessary, mother.” Belle thought aloud. “We don’t need to be married to support each other when the time comes. All Prince Layke needs to do is summon us when the time comes and we will be at his aid in readiness.”
“This isn’t about being at their aid, Belle. The realms are only as strong as their leaders. Our strength could help Avalon advance further than they ever have before.” Queen Serena reasoned. “And we need the support of as many pure-bloods as possible. If Avalon are over thrown, there wouldn’t be many pure-bloods willing to support us outside of this realm.”
Belle rubbed her temples as she tried to compute her mother’s reasonings. She understood where her mother was coming from, forging the two realms and bonding them by marriage with a hybrid Queen and a pure-blood King would make the two realms together the strongest in the history of faeries. But marriage seemed so drastic. All of this to stop some power hungry Gylandies?
Belle never saw herself married, much less married to someone she had no interest in. Well, he was easy on the eye sure.. but beyond that, no interest whatsoever. “So if I don’t marry Prince Charming here, what happens?” Belle questioned.
“Neither of you will success to the throne.” King Eryek bluntly answered.
Belle shook her head in disbelief, letting out an irritated chuckle whilst doing so. “I need some air.” She stated, before leaving the room and heading out into the castle gardens.
Layke huffed, twisting his lips in thought. “Me too.” He announced, before striding out closely behind Belle.
“Well..” the Queen started. “That went well.”
Layke stood on the patio, overlooking the realm of Midsummer as the castle rested on the highest point of the mountains. He couldn’t believe the ultimatum he was faced with. He had spent his entire life training for this, studying and dedicating every second of his childhood to learning how he could be the best possible leader he could be. The one thing that he said he didn’t want, simply due to the distractions it brought, was a wife. Yet, just as it’s the time for him to take the reigns, that’s the one matter standing in his way. He just couldn’t believe the irony.
Layke swirled his fingers, watching how the earth answered his call and flower stems began to bloom under his control as he was deep in thought. It wasn’t that Princess Belle wasn’t beautiful. She most certainly was. In fact, Layke was adamant he’d never met a more mesmerising woman in his life.
Her electric blue hair fell in waves down her back and her deep blue eyes looked deep into his soul, capturing his undivided attention. When she fluttered her long, thick lashes he felt himself melt into a puddle right there and when she pouted her full lips and swayed her voluptuous hips, Layke couldn’t control all of the forbidden thoughts from entering his mind.
Laykle was certain that if you looked up the word sexy in the dictionary, a photo of Belle would be right there in the description. But that was the problem, she was the exact type of distraction he vowed he didn’t want. Besides from that, Belle was royal in her own right. When Layke did eventually decide to take a mate, he assumed he would find a wife who allowed him to take the lead. With Belle.. it was sure to be a battle of dominance. Not that it mattered whether she was his mate or not, faeries couldn’t tell until they were 21.
Then.. an idea suddenly popped into Layke’s head. An idea that he was certain was the perfect solution. He rushed to his feet as he scanned the grounds, searching for Belle. A second later, he found her leaning over the balcony watching the same view as him.
He dashed towards her, startling her with his sudden appearance. “Layke, what are you doing?” Belle sighed, she thought she had made it clear she needed a moment alone to think and accept her new fate.
“I’ve had an idea.” He assured her. Belle quirked her brow as she waited to hear what was so important the Prince of Avalon had to rush up here. “My birthday is in 3 months!”
“Uh.. happy early birthday?” Belle somewhat questioned with a confused expression. Prince Layke rolled his eyes and sighed. “Right, wolves can get their mates from 18. Well faeries can’t find their mates until they reach the age of 21. I’ll be 21 in just a few months, where I’ll be able to find my mate.” He explained.
“Didn’t your father just say you didn’t want to find your mate?” Belle asked, her brows furrowed as she looked up at the 6 foot 6 man in front of her.
“I don’t but here’s what I am thinking. We clearly haven’t got any choice in the matter of whether we get married, but it’s not our fault if I ‘meet my mate’ on my birthday.” He explained, emphasising on the latter. “On my birthday, I’ll pretend to have found my mate and demand that she be the rightful Queen to Avalon. Our parents will have no choice but to let us go separate ways. In the meantime, we figure out who is leading the Gylandies and try to take them down beforehand.”
Belle pondered for a moment, tilting her head as she looked up at the prince, her gaze piercing directly into his. “So let me get this straight.. you would rather pretend to find your mate, who instead would just be a random girl, just so you don’t have to stay married to me?”
Layke groaned, shaking his head in disagreement. “That’s not what I am saying, Belle. But the reality is we both need partners who are going to let us do our jobs and not interfere with how we run things. I don’t want my mate getting involved in matters revolving around how I make decisions about Avalon. Having mates like each other would only encourage us to clash when it comes to making the big decisions.”
Belle thought for a moment. Layke had a point, plus this way she could leave in a few months and take Midsummer back with her, like all of this never happened. Layke and her could go separate ways and she could finally claim her heritage as the leader of Midsummer.
“He’s not the worst person to marry..” Nia, Belle’s wolf, purred as she admired his body.
“Let’s do it.” Belle agreed.
Layke rushed out of the SUV towards the Midummer castle entrance, climbing two steps at a time before striding straight to Belle’s room. He could feel where she was through the mark, just like he could feel the pain she was in and it stung, really stung. He also knew it was late and she was probably fast asleep by now, but he couldn’t wait, he had to see her and he had to see her now. “Belle!” he called out behind her door, his hand resting on the locked doorknob. Belle gasped, startled, quickly sitting up in her bed. What the hell was he doing here? She couldn’t see him, she just couldn’t. Looking into his eyes would hurt her and Nia too much, it would rip open the wound that was ever so slowly healing. “You shouldn’t be here!” she called, desperately hoping that by some miracle he left her alone. “Please leave,” she sighed. She didn’t have the fight in her, not anymore. “No, baby, I won’t leave.” Her heart tugged at the endearment. “Let me in, please.” He pleaded, though he wasn’
Nia turned her gaze to Layke, still keeping the enforcer pinned beneath her, and Belle hoped her worst fear hadn’t come true. But when she saw the longing in his sharp green eyes as he gazed at Sierra, her heart stopped. No, this couldn’t be happening. She knew there was a chance he would find his mate, but her? Her? The gods surely had to be laughing at her right now, utterly amused by the chances. But it wasn’t his birthday until tomorrow. He shouldn’t be able to recognise his mate yet? How was this possible? Question after question spiralled in Belle’s mind as Layke was unable to move his gaze from Sierra, failing to notice the hurt Belle was feeling. Her heart was shattered, a dull ache filling her with nothing but emptiness. She couldn’t be here. She couldn’t see this. “Layke,” Sierra cried. Layke felt like he was going crazy. There was no way this traitor could be his mate. His breathing laboured and uneven, his fists were clenched. No, this couldn’t be happening. It had to b
Time seemed to stand still, there was an eery silence in the air that had everyone on edge. No one uttered a word, no one uttered a sound. They were in battle mode, anxiously waiting for their enemy to arrive. The wind whistled amongst the trees, leaves flickering through the air. Tension was thick, suffocating, even. If you listened intently enough, you’d heard the thundering of heartbeats echoing along the fortress wall, threatening to rip from their chests. Belle held her head high, her eyes narrowed on the clearing, waiting for those who were against them to arrive. Her chest heaved, the threat that was soon ahead filling her with rage. No one tried to hurt her people and got away with it. Today was about revenge. Today was about justice. Today was about the future. She had a one-track mind right now and it could be summarised with one word: kill. Her mother stood by her side, her long blonde hair dancing in the wind, determination glazed in her eyes, her fingertips tingling wi
Rura sent word to Henrie that the Gylandies were attempting an attack on Moonbeam again two days time, which meant that Layke, Belle, her royal family and the rest of the group had been running around resembling headless chickens as they finalised all the finer details which would allow them to be ready on battle day. Belle and Serena had taken over elemental training, wanting to see first-hand what each enforcer which focused on power rather than combat had to offer. They needed to figure out their front line of defence. With magic being involved, combat was important but not as important as matching the elemental strength of the Gylandies, who were likely to be more powerful than your average faerie considering they were drawing on blood magic. Of course, Serena, Belle, Layke, Cobi, Arlen and Henrie were going to be the strongest faeries they had, but that wouldn’t be enough. Belle was pleased to discover there were four other enforcers who had the shielding element, like her and
Layke was striding purposefully towards the door, intent of hunting down the little witch that had tried to hurt his wife. Belle dashed after him and leapt onto his back, locking her arms around his neck and her legs around his middle. “Layke, listen to me. No, you can’t go after her, it’s what they want. You’ll be walking right into a trap. They knew there was a chance that creep wouldn’t return. They knew there was a chance he would be caught. And if he was, then you’d go in guns blazing.” He continued onwards as if Belle wasn’t even there, completely undeterred by her weight – though it was fair to say she didn’t weight that much. Deserting her plan to placate him, Belle took to another approach. She kicked her legs madly and bit his ear. “Layke, do not do this! For fuck sake, will you listen!” Layke halted abruptly and shifted her so that she was wrapped around his front. He held her gaze as he growled. “Don’t, Belle. Don’t ask me to ignore this. You’re my wife and she sent some
Chapter 36: It had been two days since Belle’s family and the Fer Fung has arrived in Midummer and it had been a week since they last heard from Rura, meaning they were expecting to get an update any day now. They were travelling to Avalon today in readiness, considering it was where the Gylandies were most likely to next attack. Most of the Midsummer warriors had already moved over to Avalon in preparation, with a few more coming each passing day. They didn’t want to alert the Gylandies by having hundreds of people move kingdoms at once, so it was decided that it would be smarter to do it in small doses so it didn’t trigger an alert. Travelling back had been eventful. With the Fer Fung, the Amaris family and the rest of the gang all needing to get back to Avalon, the SUV’s had been rather cramped. Belle and her brothers had quickly resorted to their bickering, not surprising anyone. Belle had accused Cobi of purposefully taking up much more room than required in the back of the SUV