Laker bit his lip nervously as he finished setting his table, plates of white matched the cups and silverware, the heater kicked on and added some white noise throughout his town house. Outside the window, small white flakes started to fall slowly and grey clouds seemed to get darker and darker every minute; Thanksgiving would definitely be full of snow.
"Holy fuck," Ostana gasped, her surprised expression matching my own as we looked at ourselves in the wall length mirrors of the dressing room.Ostana studied herself as she twirled, the bright crimson silk that was detailed with golden flowers hugged her upper torso and waist before flowing like a river outwards, her nails p
When I was a little girl, I always dreamt of becoming a princess and finding my own prince while living in some beautiful castle but what I never imagined was it actually becoming true - sort of anyway. My prince, who was actually the Alpha Knight stood beside me now as we watched court people dance about in their luxurious clothing; my best friend and her mate among them.
Ostana pushed my plate of freshly baked turkey, mashed potatoes, and everything else one would eat at Thanksgiving towards me with a deep sigh; both her and Laker watching me with pitiful eyes. Every now and then, Laker would shift uncomfortably in his chair while Ostana tried ever so hard to make small talk with me, but I just couldn’t.
*Emrys’ POV*Not being sure what pained me more, my father's inflicted wounds that burned my back and shortened my breathing or the look
“Yes, I am sure Laker,” Emrys scoffed as he lightly smacked Laker upside his head, Laker's brown hair moving from its perfect placement, all of us at Emrys' office in the palace.Autumn decor in the Kingdom no
"Laker knows these tunnels," Emrys continued to explain he learned his shoulder into one of the cold, stone walls; his posture tense and no doubt his back stung from his fast movements earlier. "We used to play in these when I was younger,"A ghost of a smile kissed his lips as my own lips tugged upwards.
"Chelsa, Ruby, how's it going," Laker asked as we entered into Emrys' office, the warmth kissing my cheek like one would kiss a baby's cheek, and Ostana pushed past me to avoid the lingering darkness of the tunnels. Ruby, dressed now in her own fighting leathers, smiled as she saw us and next to her, a shorter and shyer girl stood.
"Glad you have a sudden interest in history, but it's scary how much you have found out in so little time Lessie," Emrys chuckled as we sat together in his office; I filled him in on everything that Chelsa had told both Ostana and I, from the vampires to The Tongue of the Devil. Emrys listened, took notes, and asked questions that I rarely had answers too. Next to him sat the pictures Ruby had sent over.