Chapter eight; Almost caught peeping.

“This has to be worth my time, Estan.” a gruff voice said in an unfriendly tone.

It wasn't that late in the night but Ivorie was already laying on her bed, sound asleep. The event of the day had taken its toll on her. It was perhaps the most stressful thing she had ever experienced in her life.

So she needed to sleep. At least she was trying to.

These noise she has been hearing weren't making it possible for her. She kept rolling from one edge of the massive bed to another. She groaned in dissatisfaction before her eyes snapped open.

She sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looking out the window to ascertain what time of the day it was.

It was still dark, meaning everyone should be asleep and everywhere should be silent. But it wasn't.

She was suddenly able to hear the noise properly, it was a voice or two perhaps. She couldn't quite ascertain. So she stood up from the bed, her bare feet tiptoeing to the top-to-bottom window.

As she got closer, the voices were getting more audible even though the owners seemed to be speaking in hushed tones.

She opened the window a little and peeped through. The window didn't give her the view of the outdoors. She could only see a stairway and on the wall at the other side, there was a small window.

“Why haven't you told her yet?” The voices attracted her attention. She could only see that there were two men but with the darkness, she couldn't see who they were.

“I have told you, I will not.” Wait, she recognized the second voice, that was her newly wedded husband.

Curiosity made her to open the window wider and peep more.

“I don't plan on telling her anything, at least not yet!” The familiar voice rang out.

“This isn't right and you know it. You're just going to be sending away the best thing that has ever happened to you.” The first voice said.

“Leave to me, it's not your business to be concerned with.”

“Have you figured out why she couldn't sense it?”

“I haven't, but I will.” Her husband's voice answered.

He had turned to the direction of where a small torch was and Ivorie really wanted to catch his face.

As she leaned closer, she slipped and fell, leading the window to hit it's frame loudly.

She slapped her hand over her mouth before a painful scream could escape it. Then she, as silently as she could, slipped back and dashed to her bed.

She put the covers over her head, trying to surpress the pain on her leg and hoping they hadn't seen her. Not long after, she slept off.

The following morning, she woke up quite early and didn't know what to do. For minutes, she paced around the room still praying that her husband or the person he was speaking with didn't catch her staring the previous night.

She went to the drawers of a table. Opening each of them, she didn't see anything she could do.

She wanted to stitch as it was the only thing she did whenever she was less busy.

She checked the shelf by the wall and while she was already giving up on her search, she opened the last drawer and saw the stitching materials.

Elated, she grabbed them, wondering who could have left it there.

She pushed that to the back of her mind and sat down to begin stitching.

As someone who wasn't allowed out of her chambers while growing up, her mother had put her through learning small things. One of them was stitching. She had been doing it for years and she was now really good at it.

A knock came on the door, making her stop what she was doing. The door was opened even before she could say anything and an older woman walked in.

Recognizing the woman at once, Ivorie dropped what she was doing and stood up.

“Mother,” she said. It wasn't her own actual mother but Regan's. Ivorie recognised her from the wedding, and also from the wedding feast, although, they hadn't quite had a conversation yet. The older woman smiled as she patted Ivorie.

“How do you feel?” Rosina asked.

“I…I feel good, mother.” Ivorie answered, a bit confused.

“No, how do you feel being a Luna?” Rosina corrected.

“A great opportunity.” Ivorie replied. Not the correct answer but it felt like the right one to say.

Rosina hummed as she sat on a chair opposite Ivorie.“Your face says otherwise.” She noted with a smile. Ivorie shyly scratched the back of her head.

“It's okay, being in this position for the first time would seem strange but I assure you, you’ll get familiar with it.” The former Luna said.

“I plan on doing my duties as a Luna accordingly.” Ivorie attested, taking her seat also.

“Did you have a mate before getting married to my son?” Rosina inquired. Ivorie shook her head.

“The Moon Goddess' assigned time is yet to come. And also,” she lowered her head, “I don't have a wolf.” She said, making Rosina smile warmly.

Ivorie was surely a strong believer of the Moon Goddess, as it should be.

“Regan had one.” Ivorie's eyes dilated upon that revelation.

“He did?” She gasped, wondering why she was just learning of this.

In her mind, she tried to picture what Regan's mate would look like. Sharp mouthed? Perhaps strong willed and hot-headed like him.

“Yes, she was also as soft and gentle as you.” Perhaps not. Ivorie tilted her head. How would she know that she was gentle when she had only known her for a day.

“Although, I didn't get to know her more as she rejected Regan at his coronation.” Once again Ivorie's eyes widened and her mouth went agape.

“Why?”

“Story for another day.” Rosina pushed away the topic. “But I do hope you get your wolf and my son finds love in you.” She said, Ivorie managed to feign a smile, although within her, she knew she wouldn't wish for that.

“His father is gone and I also won't live till eternity.” She said in a low tone, her head bent in dejection.

“Anyways, I just came to tell you to do good and help my son.” Rosina said and stood up to leave.

Ivorie was a but surprised Luna Rosina hadn't talked much about her not having a wolf. Maybe she already knew. But why would her father want her husband's family to know the one thing he had always said was her greatest defect as his daughter?

Pushing the thought aside, she continued stitching but not long after, the door was barged open and Regan marched in with a frown as always.

Ivorie's heart skipped a beat.