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Chapter 11: Unexpected.

Author: Luna
last update publish date: 2026-09-27 08:16:43

Fenrir's POV

Blood dripped from my knuckles onto the marble floor.

The battle had been swift. Brutal. Rogues had ambushed our patrol near the eastern border, thinking they could catch us unprepared. They were wrong but the search continued.

"The southern territories have been swept," Nyko said, walking beside me through the corridor. His armor was dented, his face splattered with blood."No sign of her."

I said nothing.

"The elders grow impatient about the heir."

"The elders can wait."

Nyko glanced at me. "Xena's father has been making noise. He wants his daughter considered as "

"No." The word came out sharper than intended.

We walked in silence. My muscles ached, my wounds still healing but the battle had done nothing to quiet the noise in my head. The noise that sounded like her voice. The noise that smelled like jasmine and rain.

"This way," I muttered, turning toward my chambers.

"You should see the healer first."

"Later, I needed to wash the blood from my skin. I needed to

I stopped as the door to my chambers was slightly ajar.

I pushed it open as I noticed the smell roasted meat, Fresh bread and something sweet…..honeyed figs perhaps.

My favorite.

I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room.

My clothes were laid out. Everything pressed and folded with care. The tunic was the one I wore on days when I had no meetings…..How did she know?

Winora stood with her back to me, pouring wine from a decanter into a silver goblet. She was dressed simply in a pale blue gown that flowed around her like water. Her hair was loose, falling down her back in dark waves.

She turned at the sound of my footsteps as her eyes went wide. I watched her assess the blood on my hands, my face and my armor. The wild look in my eyes that I hadn't been able to shake since the battle.

"You’re back early," she said, her voice steady. Professional. "I wasn't expecting you for another hour."

I walked to the chair by the door and sat down. Slowly as I removed my boots. She watched me.

"I prepared your room," she said. "Your clothes and the meal."

She shifted, uncomfortable under my silence. "I thought since I'm going to be here until your mate is found. I should make myself useful.

"You shouldn't have," I said. My voice was flat.

"I'm sorry?"

"You shouldn't have done any of this." I stood, unstrapping my armor. "You're not a wife."

"I'm aware of my role." Her jaw tightened.

"Then act like it." She was quiet for a moment.

"I was under the impression that maintaining a functional household was part of my responsibilities. If that's incorrect, I'll adjust my behavior accordingly." I paused.

"I was trying to be efficient," she continued. "Not kind but a comfortable king is a productive king. The faster you find your mate, the faster I'm released from this arrangement."

She said it so calmly. So reasonably like she'd thought about it and planned it.

"You want to leave?" The words came out before I could stop them.

She blinked. "Isn't that the goal? You find your mate. I disappear. Everyone is happy."

She picked up the goblet and held it out're to me.

"Drink. You look like you need it."

"I don't "

"Take it." Her voice was firm. "You covered in blood, you're exhausted and you're being insufferable. Drink." I took the goblet but I didn't drink. I set it down on the table next to the figs. The figs she somehow knew I liked.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Know what?"

"The meal and the figs." I looked at her. "How did you know?" She hesitated.

"I pay attention."

"Why?" She met my eyes. "Because whether you believe it or not, I'm not your enemy. I'm just a woman trying to survive in a world that's given her no choices and if preparing your clothes and your meals makes my life easier, then that's what I'll do." I stared at her.

"You should bathe," she said finally. "You're dripping blood on the floor."

"I'm aware."

"Then go." She gestured toward the bathroom. "I'll leave you to it." She walked toward the door as she immediately stopped, Her hand went to her throat.

I frowned. "What?"

She blinked as her eyes seemed to lose focus.

"I... I don't feel..." She swayed.

I was across the room in an instant catching her before she hit the ground.

"Winora!" I shook her gently. "Winora, look at me!"

Her eyes fluttered open. Confused. Afraid.

"The wine..." I muttered . "Something's wrong with the wine..."

Her eyes rolled back as She went still.

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