The Princes and Elizabeth

Elizabeth

I could not sleep a wink when I was lying on the bed. My thoughts were raging inside my mind as the words of my mother rang in my ear.

“When you get bitten by a werewolf, you become his mate,” she said a little while ago when we were still in the kitchen. “And when you become his mate, you can’t escape the prophecy you have with him!”

I sat up on the bed and ruffled my hair, frustrated and panicking.

“Mother, what should I do? I can’t be married to a werewolf!” I said.

But she was already crying before she could answer me. It was as if she was hopeless and breaking down just because of what I said. And then suddenly, she pulled me and widened her eyes.

“Elizabeth!” she said while shaking my shoulders with her hands. “His eyes… what was the color of his eyes?!”

And then, I was stopped.

“I-It was red,” I answered her. “Why? What does it mean?”

“Gracious goodness, my dear!” she exclaimed, aghast, and then she shook her head indulgently. “You are bound to be with a werewolf who