'Grand dinners were one of the important shows of affection.' That line of the book still stuck to him.It was an embarrassing thing that he had gone to the library to pick out a book titled 'Ways of the Heart' after a very calculative search. It had been a turtore to read the book but he put himself under that turtore anyways.He had read the whole book and assimilated it all.280 pages that it was. A grand dinner was one of the unmistakable options the book had suggested, and he had prepared all that.He adjusted himself in his chair. This black suit was hell. It was very uncomfortable, he preferred his robe. He had also sent a dress to her and he a small part of him hoped that she would come in it. That had also been one of the steps to earn one's heart in the book. Sending the lady a beautiful dress. Ah, what if she thought all this was stupid? What if it made him look stupid. Like an absolute idiot.Gwen would have to get the full wrath of his anger if things turned on him
"How do you intend to spend your time moving forward?""I don't know." She picked up her knife, cutting the piece of her meat slowly. "Maybe I might find something of interest moving forward." Her fork clinked against her plate at the end. "Do you like dinners, your Majesty?"He stiffened, an action by him he was the only one to notice. Sha was asking him a question!The book said that was a good sign.It meant she wanted to know about him. Maybe this dinner wouldn't be so terrible after all.Maybe they were making a headway in their relationship.Oh, wonderful. Being kind was paying off. "Tolerable.""Is it your favorite?"His hand move to stealthily tohis fork, trying to not look so rigid and a bit occupied to give him more time to think of a response. He was usually fast, his delay right now must be because of his scent filling her lungs and fogging his senses, it must be this sudden attention that was putting him off his game.It made him a little tense, a little on edge, it
"George is a born Alpha. As little as he was, he was ready protect me, protect any survivor and that was me." She popped another piece of meat into her mouth, not really tasting or savouring it, just eating because she felt a need to keep her mouth busy asides from how she was already using her words to rip his heart apart. "He said he would be beside me all the way and he was. He protected me. We were destined to be together right from the beginning and we didn't even know back then." She said, watching him as he stared back at her icily.Yes, she was getting the reaction she wanted. The dagger she had dug into his heart had not hurt hin, she knew but this should be doing something, showing him one quarter of the pain she was going through."George is a wonderful father and the only husband that I would ever have." She paused, taking in a breath. "When he thought that I would never have a mate, because of what the witch said, he was willing to be mine and for me to be his, without
Her words stunned him. Either distracted him from the pursuit of her or justified her reason to be let go. She didn't know, there wasn't a way for her understand the workings of his selfish mind.It didn't even matter whatever his dubious mind worked out, as long as he wasn't standing her in way or going after her anymore.She bolted out of the garden.She wouldn't be fooled and bought over by a fancy dinner. Not in this life or even in the next, if that even existed.*** Be more kind.Be more kind?BE MORE KIND?!Then why hadn't it worked?!His claws snaked unber his goblet, thick brown claws clicking against the bottom of the golden cup as he raised it leisurely to his lips and sipped the red thick liquid. The taste almost the same as the one he had some minutes ago, with an almost lacking sense of life. Lacking almost all sense of life was a common feature with sealed and preserved blood. Part of him missed when he had rich drinks bustling with life. When his Father and his wit
Gwen paced around the alleyway of the castle, her eyes furrowed with worry, while her mind tumbled with many thoughts.She had heard about how the dinner had gone and she knew it hadn't gone any better. The King had not summoned her but she was waiting for her certain doom. She knew it would come and when she finally got summoned this time, that would be the end.She was so deep in thought that she didn't know when someone walked down the hallway and stood behind her, until the person called her name. "Ha! Lady Delice!" She asked, placing a hand on her chest. "You scared me.""Are you alright?"Gwen shook her head, holding Lady Delice's hand, her lips slightly trembling, her eyes welling up with tears. "No, Lady Delice," she cried, resting into Lady Delice's arms that willing went around her. "I'm doomed."Gwen was quick to tell Lady Delice about her predicament, her fears and her dread. "...all I am waiting for now is to lose my soul. I just hope my family will not suffer for thi
"You are in a relationship with someone?" Delice watched how she tucked the phone away into her pant pocket. Laura hardly used that phone. This moment was strange for many reasons. "Who?" "That? It's not important." She flashed her a fanged grin, before they retracted. "Come, let me fix your hair for dinner. If we are lucky, the King will show up. If not, I will have to come up with more creative ideas to break you my brother's schedule." Laura walked over to her, observing her. "You've been out." Delice nodded stiffly, running her hand through her hair. "Where?" Her voice was determined, filled with a silent threat. Her hand held Delice's left arm, her grip painfully firmly. "Where?" Her smile was fanged again, but Delice didn't try to pull away or put up a fight. All she had to do, was answer her question. Laura wouldn't be mad if she had just answered her question the first time though. If this was quickly getting out of hand, then if was entirely her fault. "Where you
The smell was intoxicating. She wanted to use her wolf speed but the pain jammed into her bones, and she fell to the floor with a thud. The sudden movement must have jolted her brain, the pain of the burning mark momentarily easing away, her logic rushing back to her, like a veil being lifted up her face. The first rain of the green forest. Enticing. Filling. Desperate for more. This aura.It rushed into a lungs, sent tingles down her spine, sent sparks dancing across his skin. Her body was betraying her, she hated it anytime this happened, hated it anytime her body allowed it.She looked forward in the dark and a realization dawn on her.Wherever she was headed, it was certainly the King's room. Zezi slowly rose to her feet, turning away in the dark and lonely hallway. Anger rushing to her veins when she remembered what he had said to her some time ago. That she would be the one to come to him and beg him to be taken.What a despicable creature.And to think that she had almost
It was almost as if they would never get there. Zezi was losing strength in her legs as she trod through the bushy path of the forest she had decided to take to stay hidden, her hands aching from how many times she had to push long branches aside in order to keep moving foward. The branches were wet and they wiped across her cloth, leaving green and brown stains behind. The forest smelt of damp moss, the floor beneath her was a little muddy, her boots leaving prints behind. Had it rained?At a point, she had almost shifted into her wolf halfway, despite the risk that would be involved if that happened.It was already hard enough to hide her scent and her heart beat in human form, but in her wolf form, that was just ten times as hard. In fact the moment she would slip into her wolf form, barely seconds would pass by before her scent would be all over the place like a broken dam, her heart beat like thunders in the rain, deafening the ears.So she tried hard to remain on her two feet,