The sun grew hotter outside and Lyne decided she needed to take her bath. Taking off her dress seemed like hard work so she ended up craving the ginger tea than having a bath.Sitting back down on the bed, a maid brought a silver tray with a white mug on it, the ginger smell soothing. Taking it, she nodded to the girl."This is nice.""Your casserole will be ready in fifteen minutes." She turned away and she took that time to take her bath. Walking into the hot bath, she let her pain go away by filling her head with the good memories back home. Ransacking her head, she shook her head. Nothing good had ever happened in Wolf pack without ending in a tragedy. She shut her eyes as the warmth of the water, filled with flowers and oil, seep through her skin.Enjoying the comfort of the cozy washroom, she felt better. The headache and hopefully, her heart pain, had somehow vanished.Lyne heard a distant yelling and she wondered who it could be."...I said dump it!" She heard the familiar au
Lyne laid there half dead and still gasping for breath. She clamped about, hitting chairs and tables, trying to ask for help but it's either the cooks had been chased outside or they were just too terrified to help someone the terror queen has punished. She held her neck and soon, her body became limpid. Except for the little breath she got from tiny gasps that almost looked like hiccups, Lyne was near death. She wondered where Zeidan was and she wondered if anyone really cared about her. She closed her eyes and she wondered if this was it. The end. She would just disappear from the face of the earth and what does she get in return? Bunch of flowers from Zeidan and a coronation for Luana days after her burial. This can't be the end. She clenched her fist as she felt pain at the back of her throat.Her lips were driving up and her eyes were turning purple. On the brink of giving in to death, she heard an echoed voice shouting her name from a distance. "Lynnnne!" Her head thumped
It's 6:03 pm and the King was sitted still on his throne in a black and gold robe that made him look powerful. With his crown and his face held in all the fire that burnt within him as he looked at this man with a god-damned cloak and grey hair.Everywhere was silent except for the random murmurs of his five lawmakers and three council members in the courthouse."Silence!" Everyone straightened and with the look on their face, it was obvious they had never seen him react this harshly before.He tried to balance feeling guilty for Samantha's death but all through, the only thing in his mind was Lyne and how she was faring. He couldn't bear to see her face because he knew he had hurt her and her feelings before he left for the human city and seeing her in pain would only worsen matters.The only thing he knew he could do to settle the rage within him is to make sure Wikh is brought to book. But he has to do this after proving him guilty."I'll tell you why I think you are guilty...""Be
The hall was filled with murmurs and gasps as to why a woman was let in the courthouse unless she was a Queen or a witness or the accused."Your highness, she shouldn't be here." One of the lawmakers in blue robe called out, his face crumpled in disgust."I thought you were poisoned," Wikh asked, his eyes wide.Lyne licked her lips and nodded her head."Yes, I was." Further exclamations."But I ran here as soon as I heard you were going to be prosecuted. I just needed to buy you some time." Her eyes were now laced with tears, especially after seeing the old man's face torn and covered in blisters. She touched it gently and tears rolled down her eyes as she had thought of Wikh as her father.She sniffled and turned to Zeidan who just stared at her, obviously confused."Is this how you're going to rule your subjects to victory?" She asked him while walking toward him."Is this how your pass your judgements? You let your emotions get the best of you?""Lyne, I'm following the rules. You
How could he have been such a coward? Yes, he had postponed the hearing, but he still wasn't convinced that Wikh could be innocent. If there was one thing that was newly discovered, it's that the vampires suck at passing judgements.Her Father wouldn't jump to such conclusions. Her father.Lyne sighed as she moved from the window where she had been since she left the courthouse back to her room. The stormy rain had picked up and she could hear the whistling sound of the wind and it irked her, just as Zeidan's irritating act did earlier. But was she overreacting because of her own opinion? He had told her that he lost a friend and he was quite sure Wikh was responsible. If he didn't see something important, he couldn't have accused him wrongly that way, or would he? "Maybe we need to talk." She concluded but it was 9:00 pm already and he still hasn't come into the room. "Right. He's avoiding me."Still, hadn't her Father always told her that everyone had a reason for doing kinds of
Styx checked the clock beside his king-sized bed and saw that it was 6:30 am already. He had been informed of Charles' absence since the previous night by his aide whom he employed to watch him.He had been getting hints about how Charles had always wanted to become the King and he was preparing for him as well without his knowledge.After Lyne had narrated her dream to him, he held it at the back of his mind.He rose from the bed and went to his palace so he could catch him when he arrived and as predicted, he did walk in, wearing a brown leather jacket, black gloves, and boots.Charles walked in and stopped when he saw his father seated on the throne."What a stressful thing it is to be the King. Not getting your healthy eight hours sleep, old man? Or are you worried someone will come stabbing you in the chest?" He asked, a dark smile tugging the corner of his lips."Where have you been?" Styx replied, trying hard not to sound like he suspected him but to sound like a father who was
Lyne could feel someone press a kiss on her forehead gently. She frowned at first but she was so tired she didn't want to break her sleep.A warm hand put some strands of hair off her face and a finger ran down her cheek. She turned, now sleeping face up but she felt something wet and delicious on her lips."Mmh." She moaned and smiled.A warm and powerful hand ran through her stomach beneath the sheets. Then down under her dress up to her breast. Her senses came alive as she shot her eyes open only to see a handsome Zeidan looking down at her with an interesting smile on his face.He's so good-looking. She thought. She made to touch his face but she remembered what had happened the previous night and jumped up. Running to the washroom, she slipped over some clothes and as she picked them up, she realized they were clothes she wore last night.Had Zeidan changed her clothes? She hugged herself, her eyes wide and she could see him looking at her as if enjoying her reaction."Don't look
Sniffling in the bathroom and sobbing, Lyne stood up and moved to a wall mirror in the washroom. she looked back at the reflection and wondered if she has not been denying herself something she needs right that moment.Staring back at a blonde-haired girl with eye bags, glassy blue eyes, red lips, and wearing a tiny flower-printed nightgown, she could only say one thing. Marrying Zeidan has given her lots of privileges that she should be thankful for.Freedom, happiness, and the ability to feel loved even if it was all an act. She could remember his kisses, his touch, and all the tenderness that made her feel whole and it's like Zeidan reconstructed all parts of her life that have previously been pulled apart like the temple.The temple.She looked up at herself and the dried-up blood on her fingers and something flashed through her memories."...hundred years ago...""...started a protest and this place became history..."She lifted her fingers and looked at the blood that stained it