Chapter 24

Anelisa 

It took a while for me to snap back to reality but this time, he had given orders to the maids to escort me.

He says I'd be part of the court but he's sending me away. He never keeps to his words or possibly because I'm not needed now.

Their traditions must include me being taken to his chamber, immediately after notifying his people.

Pathetic, but when I look at him, I see someone different, and my heart keeps pounding.

Just his eyes are bewildering, his touch might be cold like the ice but it ignites a sensation I want to avoid.

I turned away from him, bowing to the people whom I'd be serving. I don't know if that's the right thing to do but thrilled I said;

"I hope we'd work as one"

When I raised my head, I was glaring at them, my eyes bore the agony of my people who they've made miserable.

Maybe this position isn't bad; whatever plan their ruler is scheming, I don't mind. I'd seize this as a chance to break free.

There are no words and I'm forced to believe that these people are mute.

"And please speak, I'd want to hear your opinion"

"Wolf, leave," his cold, demeaning voice interrupts, and I turn around to face him, only to find his red eyes perched on my skin, and his grip on the arm of his throne tightens.

He was sitting now, looking majestic and graceful as always.

Why is he calling me a wolf? I have a name, but it's stupid to think that I like that reference.

I chest out, crossed my hands behind my back, and held his intense gaze. 

Even though my skin fries, even though I can't breathe, and even though my stomach wells up with a trapdoor opening, I just want to look at him.

Something I shouldn't be doing. I heard no one looks him in the eyes for too long.

I'm sorry but I'm breaking rules until he sees a reason to let me go.

"I was just...I mean I need to give a speech to my subjects..."

"Leave," he calmly said again, and this time, he'd spit fire on me.

I nodded, definitely knowing that this wasn't the right time to pick on him, but pivoted to face the door.

Four maids appeared from the crowd, the very ones who brought me here. They'd be walking me to his room.

My eyes met with the bitter-looking faces, the heartbreak of the ladies, and the queer snarl of men had me holding my heart in my mouth.

It's like I've become a sudden target and to worsen it... I'm now their queen?

I only offered a faint smile, who would have thought I'd be promoted from a slave to a queen?

As much as I despise this place, being a queen is not so bad, I could have the revenge I want.

If he listens, I'd definitely ask him to behead all the people for my sanity and capture my family, then he'd burn them.

A cocky smile formed on my lips as I just realized I was wearing a villain arc.

I was moving subconsciously, reeling with so many evil acts in my head until my feet stepped out of the court.

I turned to take a glimpse at their ruler, his glassy eyes wore a mischievous look, and he was staring too, and the door shut against us.

My eyes were still staring at the door, and if a maid hadn't appeared in front of me to gesture to me that we needed to move, I'd still be stuck there.

Nervously, I held the hem of my garments, following them as they walked in an array like something they were used to.

Once they abandoned me inside his room, a place I'd want to avoid for eternity, they locked me inside.

I rolled my eyes and did the honor of exploring the room, which I didn't get a chance to do the last time he brought me here.

It's refreshing, royal, and just too spacious that it's like a court.

It's manly, depicts his aura, and it's tidy with a shelf of books like he reads, his large window fits for a door, and I caught sight of a harp.

Does he play music? It's funny if he does, his ears will be bleeding from the sound. While my wandering eyes scrutinized the room, I caught sight of his walk-in closet.

My curiosity made me jump inside it and the awe of this place was breathtaking.

His outfits were neatly arranged on hangers, his shoes had their shelves, and he had accessories which I subconsciously picked and hid in my breasts.

I mean I'm not stealing them, I'm just taking them.

The cold metals of these items kissed my flesh as I adjusted them to sit properly under my bust.

I haven't seen them on him before, and so rather than leaving them like they were flowers or pictures, I'd help him sell them when I run away.

My chest seems to swell higher, the more I stuff his pocketwatches, chains, and earrings made of gold, diamonds, and silver.

He doesn't deserve anything good in his life.

While doing that, the door suddenly slides open, and my body froze; the shock of being caught on sight renders me paralyzed.

I didn't know what to do, how to react, but my lungs burned from the forced air that got trapped in them.

My hands were suspended inside my breasts and my ears heard:

"Nobody understands me, all I do is protect the family...why did he break my heart? I know he helped her beat me and I swear if I come across her I'm slicing her, I'd just pretend she was eaten by a dragon"

Shit! I'm dead.

He expressed his emotions and feelings in that line, which I can tell means so much to him.

I should be hiding, but no, I just stood, terrified and unmoved by his words, like he wouldn't do anything.

His eyes caught sight of me and my blood dried up. I didn't even know if to burst into tears or go on my knees to apologize.

What should I do?

"How the fuck did you get here!"

"I'm his wife?"

"What!" He screeched more shocked than I was. I didn't mean to say that, but I saw that as a safe haven that would prevent this blonde from harming me.

I think I'm beginning to accept the masked man as mine.