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My solitude was short lived. With Alexander now being back amongst his council, my ladies soon got word that we had unbarricaded ourselves from our rooms, and before I knew it, our living area was once again a hive of women all eager to gossip.
An outsider looking in would have had no idea that there was an army sitting on the borders of our lands. If the talk of battle had affected them at all they did a good job of hiding it. The talk of the castle was mostly, well, me. How I was finally mated and that a coronation would soon follow. As much as I tried to deny the rumour, it would seem that I would not be listened too.
Two faces that I did find noticeably absent were those of Lucille and Estelle, neither of which had yet to grace us with their presence. On Estelle’s part it came as no great pity. But Lucille, I missed my friend dearly, and I itched to be able to reach out and talk to her. To apologise to her. But despite how many times I knocked on
Hi Guys - just a quick update. I am away at a family event this weekend. So this will be my last update until Monday now. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. In the meantime whilst you are waiting for the next chapters, I would love to hear what your thoughts are.... what do you think will happen at the castle winter ball? Will Rosalie manage to make things right with Lucille?
Alexander Every day for the last three weeks I had been hauled up in the council rooms, trying to come up with a war plan. It had been a long and arduous process. One that at some points I thought was fruitless. But for all the blows we had received thus far, there was a shining light of hope. The scouting mission to the south had been a success, and our men had found a way through to the south coast. With the southern routes open, it meant that there was no place for an ambush. But at the same time, it left us completely open to William knowing what we were up too. Using the cover of darkness, Arthur had managed to lead an expedition away to Somerset, some miles west. He would not return for some while seeing as he would have to go by sea around the leg of Cornwall and land in Bristol to ensure he avoided alerting my uncle. A mission that was pointless from the council’s point of view, but from mine w
Rosalie There is something quite sad about sitting alone of Christmas Eve, drinking wine and staring out into the night sky waiting to welcome in the start of Christmas. Yet here I was. Alone. Sitting in front of the fire, waiting, or rather hoping that Alexander will eventually make an appearance. All the preparations had been made for the first day of festivities. Tomorrow would be the feast day. Hampers full of food and gifts would be passed around to the villagers around the castle and the travellers who had arrived seeking refuge. And then in the evening there would be a great party in the main hall. All of the nobles and their families were invited. The hall would be filled with the sound of laughter and joy by nightfall. Spurred on by the dejected faces of so many around the castle who were missing loved ones and friends who were unable to be with us, I was determined to make this the best Christmas yet.
The first day of the festivities had gone down without any issues. We had woken up to a world that had been transformed in a winter wonderland. Snow laid piled high in thick swathes of white in the fields around the castle. Giant icicles having formed over the arched windows around the castle. It was beautiful and freezing. Even layered up in thick winter coats and furs, the sub-zero conditions still managed to penetrate to the bone. Alexander had opted to come with me this morning and help deliver the parcels to the people of Castle Black. I had watched with eyes brimmed with tears as Alexander came with me to drop off hampers to the villages and watched as he spent time talking and playing with the little children. I found myself watching him wherever he went, or whoever he spoke to. Whenever he wasn’t speaking to one of his people, or playing in the snow with the children, he hovered over me like he didn’t want to part with me. His fingers would ca
I look at the reflection of us both in the mirror, a sense of ease settling over me. I no longer felt the outsider in a world that was not my own. For the first time, I felt wanted. I looked towards the man stood beside me, my heart quickening in my chest at the sight of him. His long hair had been pulled back into a neat ponytail at the base of his skull, his blue eyes looked back at me with heavy lids. “If you continue looking at me like that Rosa, I fear we will not be making it to the party tonight.” He whispered into the shell of my ears. My cheeks heating under the weight of his words. A naughty part of me wanted to say “Would that be so bad?” The idea of him taking me to bed now and staying there until the whole of Christmas was over, well it was tempting to say the least. But we couldn’t. He was the King, and he would be expected to be there. And I as his mate, I would be expected by his side. With a sigh, I break my eye conta
# “Well, isn’t that lovely.” A voice spoke from beside us. My head shot round to find a very smug looking Estelle. None of my ladies had seen the blonde-haired temptress for days now. There were rumours that she had been helping Alexander’s war chiefs in making contact with the outer lying packs. It came as no surprise; she was the only one amongst us that could bypass William’s men without so much as having to stand from her chair. The fact of the matter was no one had particularly missed her company. Alex growled from beside me, the vibrations radiating through his chest. “What do you want Estelle.” His voice was low and menacing, a sound that I had not heard for some time now. I knew that his wolf was close just by how he spoke. Nina wasn’t far off either. She had just ruined what should have been a magical moment in our lives. “Oh, nothing in particular… sire.” She spoke with a sarcastic note to her words. Her eyes glimmeri
Arthur handed over the young girl to her mother and left with a swiftness of a predator. Leaving me stood with his shivering family. “You must me the Lady Louisa?” I ask the woman after a beat. “Yes… my lady.” She seemed uncomfortable for a moment, unsure as to the best way to address me. “Please, just call me Rosalie. Or Rosie. Whichever you prefer.” I bend down to look at the little boy, he was the spitting image of his father. His unruly curls sticking out all over his head. “Shall we find you something dry to wear, and maybe even something yummy to eat?” I ask him, to which I got a small smile and a nod. I lead them away from the great hall in the direction of mine and Alexander’s personal rooms. As we rounded a corner, a shiver runs up my spine as I come face to face with a smashed window. Snow beginning to bellow in from the opening. Knowing that it must have been Alexander who cause the damage did little to comfort me. Blood could be se
Alexander As soon as I stepped foot out of the great hall, the sounds of people having fun echoing down the halls behind me, I could feel my body begin to shift. Hairs growing over every inch of my body, my bones cracking as I transformed from human to wolf. I could feel every second of the pain of transforming and I welcomed it as an old friend. The moment that the glass cut into my flesh as I fled from the castle and the hit of the icy cold wind as I ran. All of it was nothing in comparison to the pain that I felt in my heart. My wolf stopped atop the highest point of my lands and howled into the night. Not that anyone would have heard. The snow was coming down thickly and the wind silenced my howls as quickly as they were cried. The villagers were too busy feasting on the castle’s offerings and the nobles of the court were too busy dancing inside the castle. The only people out on a night like this were gua
Rosalie I didn’t sleep that night. Instead, I sit surrounded by Arthur’s family, a heaviness in my heart and worry in my soul as I prayed to the goddess for Alexander to return. It would seem however that my prayers were to go unanswered, seeing as by the time the castle servants were waking, neither Alexander nor Arthur had returned to the Castle. Worry was churning in my gut. I had no idea where he was, or what he could be doing. And guilt overtook me to the point I couldn’t breathe. I had done this. Me. Because I didn’t trust that my mate would understand, and now it had all gone wrong. Last night should have been the happiest day of my life. Alexander had finally admitted his feelings for me, and instead of rejoicing in a bubble of bliss, I was now wallowing in the pain that I had caused my mate. Despite Louisa’s words last night, I couldn’t help but spite Estelle’s vengeful interfer