He walked about the room, working on his desk on multiple documents at once in his loosely tied pants. He had just embraced her and was already back at work. She was tired and sick but it wasn’t even past noon so it was hard for her to sleep. She fluffed the blanket with a huff and reached for his discarded shirt. “Glaring at me won’t make you any less miserable.” What Agatha had said about her father's perception of her bothered her. It affected her more than she let on. He was her only blood but he discarded her with such a half-baked excuse. Curse... She cried the whole evening and when he came she was the one who lured him quite brazenly to bed. She was exhausted but the intense feelings he aroused in her were welcome. She needed to numb the ache she felt. "I can't stop myself from trying." Laylin rolled her eyes at him. The tip of his lips rose in amusement and a second later he was sitting on the bed, holding a file he was working on. She averted her eyes, his loose robe h
In the dim moonlight, his face shone like stardust was dusted on his bronze skin. She glared at him. His nonchalance was what cut her pride the worst. He was a privileged conqueror, and even at his lowest, he must have never compromised his pride. How could he have ever understand her or the mocking whispers and gazes she faced every day! “Moron.” She murmured in disgust at herself. She didn't hate him but that didn't annoy her any less. It wasn't like she was deaf to all the demeaning curses of being a prostitute who sold her body to the King for favor, she pretended to not listen but it didn't hurt any less. She hated how she was such a putty in his hands despite what he did to her. What was wrong with her? Was she blinded by lust or was she this much deprived that she will yearn his comfort of all people?! But she tried not to blame herself too much. She really had no one... He was manly, there was nothing subtle or boyish about the man and he was some years older than her.
“Why is there no record of previous ledgers?” Halo and Sami faced each other and smacked their lips eerily together like they had rehearsed it before. These twins freaked her out. “The office was previously run by collaborative parties but we have sent them a request to retrieve the records.” Huffing, she slumped back in her seat. There were no reliable records from five months ago, and the five months' ledgers were vague with every figure exaggerated. She was damn tired, even her quick healing hadn't aided her after the King grated her all night. Her waist ached. Her whole body was heavy and this was all pissing her off. It basically meant in clear words no party will take responsibility for the lost record. Embezzlement was written all over it, in red with an underline. “Elaborate on the collaborative parties?” Laylin urged them and they were quick to place before her five documents, which were signed with different credentials. “Princess Scarlet previously reviewed these ledg
Wait.” She called out in panic. Though the commotion stopped and all of them paused in their places, her handmaids gave her a sideline glare as if telling her to back out of it. She read the letter. ‘Dear Princess Laylin of Ehan, I request your presence at the intimate gathering I have arranged in my garden. The gathering could serve as an olive branch in more ways than one. I shall await your presence this fine afternoon.’ Laylin stared at her credentials for a while, before looking up. She stared at the expectant eyes of both parties ready to pounce on her and dipped her pen in ink. In fine penmanship, she drafted a letter and handed it over to Melissa. Melissa clutched and ran with it as if her life depended on it. Her maids turned to her with their sore faces as if belittling her. Laylin ignored their imposing stares and instead focused back on the documents at hand. She was tired and the King's consolatory massages hadn't helped her. She should be rightfully resting but t
“Then why don’t I let you in on a secret?” Scarlett leaned forward with a sickly sweet smile. Laylin remained seated but parted her lips at her dramatics. ”I’m all ears.” Her reply was unenthusiastic as she felt at the moment. Princess Scarlet was a serial schemer and if Laylin wasn’t desperate she would never even bother conversing with her. “King Ambrose can never have resolute power over Rakhbar. That’s why he will take in another Queen.” Laylin furrowed her brows. She had heard hierarchy among the beasts was very strict and their law was blindingly their King’s will but even she had noted the political factions in the Palace. “Why can’t he have absolute power?” Snorting the Princess chugged down cold tea as if it was a drink, “Do you see this White Wolf seal everywhere.” Laylin gave a nod, the flag of Rakhbar had the white wolf insignia and so did the imperial seal. The garden too was shaped like a wolf and she had heard when it snows or white flowers bloom, it is a sight to
Laylin couldn’t understand what Scarlet obsession was with the White Wolf when there were only two living members left of the Rakhbar Royal Bloodline and one couldn’t shift while the other had demonic blood in him but was clearly a black beast. Instead, what interested her was Scarlet's surety that something would surely happen to alter the Government Policies in three weeks. With a sigh, she crossed the hallways. The Palace was quiet unlike the bustle of the day, the nights were hush as graves. Her mind drifted to the letter awaiting her and of course, her husband who would be aware of her meeting with his political rival. How frustrating! Somehow she wasn’t as scared of him as she was before but that may be because she hadn’t seen him or any other beast in their other form since that night. She involuntarily assumed them to be humans. As she was about to enter the hallway of the King’s Palace, her feet halted. A woman, barely dressed in red lace with straight black hair, was l
A transformed beast on his hind legs and bared teeth crouched there, glaring at her with crazed eyes. Her breath came out in puffs. Her whole body trembled. Laylin breathed hard as the predator approached her slowly. “Help me.” A weak whisper left her parted lips. With no other resort, she resorted to the most foolish thing she could do. She ran. She gave chase and the beast on her tail leaped at her. She screamed like a banshee, hoping any savior would come but none actually did. Scrunching her eyes close, she summoned her aura and threw him back at the end of the hallway to buy enough time. The corridor was too long to cross, no matter how fast she was, so instead she banged and shouted at the King’s office backdoor. “Help! Please, there’s a beast!” She banged with all her might. As expected the backdoor was locked, only the King had the key to it. Her anxiety shot to the ceiling, when the beast snorted in a rage at being tossed away and ran to her. She shook the door harder a
“Huh.” She scoffed, slamming her head back on her pillow. The suite was too big for its own good. She felt suffocated. It had been almost a week now but he didn’t even bother checking up on her which wasn’t really surprising. He was probably comforting his bitchy mistress. She had horrifying nightmares, where she is trapped somewhere unknown and the 'Foretold' rings in her ears. She groaned, throwing the pillows at the front wall. Why did she even bother with that cold-hearted man?! To him, she wasn’t anything more than a skirt that was readily available to him! Clenching her fist, she let out her aura. The temperature in the room rose from dead-cold to scorching hot to the point where she ended up sweating in the middle of winter. It was a ritual, she did regularly. Whenever she was in a bath or if she was alone. She exerted every single speck of aura from her body so he couldn't feel it. He wasn’t coming. His carefree indifference should only hurt her pride, but why did it pric