03 >> A New Trainer

  Zebulun’s POV

  

  Fifteen Years Old.

  

  My father had summoned me. I had overheard what the attendants were saying. That he wanted to get me teachers. Maybe I should be grateful that he did not want me to be a disabled person without skills. Or maybe I should dread the fact that I could be a laughing stock to the council and the pack. The attendant walked behind me as I made my way to meet him at the terrace.

  

  He was yet to get there. Another twist of his. He does it every time he ask for my presence. I decided to stand to await him.

  

  Footsteps sounded from behind me and I let out a deep breath as my father’s scent coated my senses alongside someone else’s.

  

  Who was it? It was definitely not his Beta whom he had sent away for over two years now.

  

  “Alpha Prince.” The unknown man greeted and I bowed a little. I waited for my father’s voice to speak and so he did.

  

  “This is your new teacher who would be teaching you lots of things.” He declared and my brows creased.

  

  Lots of things.

  

  “I go by the name, Sir Denland. And I will be your new teacher.” He introduced himself.

  

  Then silence came. My father cleared his throat. “When someone speaks like that, you either acknowledge with a nod or a wave. You are dumb and mute. We don't understand your language of communication.” He said and I nodded my head this time.

  

  “Good,” Sir Denland said, sounding satisfied. “I see you are a fast learner, my prince. We will definitely have no issues training together.” He said and I shook my head.

  

  My father let out a sigh. “That is a good bonding right there. Den, you know what to do. I will leave it to you.” He said and the sound of him walking away pounded through the halls. My new teacher shifted on his feet and blew out air.

  

  “We will start now.”

  

  I waited for further direction but the sound of his feet shuffling and a chair being brought out was all I heard. I was yet to begin my writing abilities as I had begged father to get me a teacher who can teach such but he said that the recommended on was on his sick if not death bed. And now he was getting me a trainer. For what?

  

  “The first thing we will be working on is on your abilities to walk freely without fear of walking into a wall.” He said. I creased my brows in confusion, my mother had taught me that countless times during our hide and seek games. I was not scared of walking into walls. In fact, I was confident of the lane I walked in. What did this trainer take me for? A toddler?

  

  What was he doing exactly?

  

  When I did not move, he hissed out in annoyance. “My prince, if we are going to train. You just can’t stand there. Move and let me know that you are following me.”

  

  Swallowing hard, I stepped forward and I heard a noise of satisfaction deep in his throat.

  

  “My prince, I am here to help you. I have taught several blind, deaf and mute people. But I have never met one who was both blind and mute so you are going to help me here, okay?” He asked and I gave him a nod.

  

  “Good.”

  

  And that was how I began my training. And kept repeating the same training. The training of overcoming the fear to walk into walls. Same thing over and over again till I got scared of walking into walls.

  

  ZEBULUN- Present

  

  Over the five years, Zebulun’s training teachers has been changed with one not lasting more than two months each. His father kept finding the need to change them for him and he was also tired of them so he just let his father do as he willed.

  

  His father had removed the one that was training him before since he was not satisfied and asked Zebulun to meet him in the same place he always introduced them to him- the terrace. So there he was, standing with no staff this time but his ears strained for any sound.

  

  “Alpha Prince.” The voice of someone he has never heard before made him turn around. His brows furrowed as he sniffed in the scent of the person and he still did not know the person.

  

  “I am your new trainer.” The person said with a smile in his voice. “Sir Morris.” He added and Zebulun relaxed a bit then he picked his inked brush and book he normally carried with him and wrote,

  

  “And where is my father?”

  

  Sir Morris collected the paper and read it out. He let out a sigh and took Zebulun by his hand and placed the book there. “It seems he is too busy to introduce me to you.” He said and Zebulun nodded his head, waiting for the man to talk. Sir Morris moved towards the stairs which Zebulun followed and they both descended to reach the royal training ground.

  

  “So we will start from the basics.” Sir Morris as he poured himself a glass of citrus wine. Zebulun began to shake his head negatively as he sat down on one of the chairs then he picked his brush and book and he wrote,

  

  “I have been doing that basics since I was fifteen, Sir Morris.”

  

  Sir Morris read it with his eyes narrowed on the book. “Is it? I don't think you have perfected the basics, my prince.” He said and Zebulun could hear the undertone of mockery. Suddenly his head swiveled to the side as he felt someone watching them. Watching him. His father. His father had come. He stood there with his arms akimbo. Knowing that his father still stood there, he stood up and waited for Sir Morris’ next words.

  

  “You do as I say.” Sir Morris said, ignoring the Alpha King and Zebulun’s reaction to his presence. Zebulun brought out his book again to write something.

  

  “Teach me another thing. My past teachers has been teaching me basics!”

  

  Sir Morris read it and let out an annoyed noise. “Alpha Prince, if we go on passing book and reading and sharing points. We won’t get anything done. So all I beg you to do is sit and listen to me as I say.” He declared. “I don't care what your past teachers taught you. And now, firstly, never tell me about what your past teachers taught you. I don't care. We are different. Whatever I teach you and how I say you should do it is how you will do it! We start from the basics.” He dumped the book the bench and Zebulun stood there surprised and dumbfounded.

  

  Had he just spoken to him like that?

  

  His jaws clenched at the disrespect. Then he picked his book and wrote,

  

  “Did you realize that you just spoke rudely to your Alpha Prince?”

  

  Sir Morris hissed out and closed the proximity between them. He leaned closer. “To me, you are my student and as a student, you either choose to be obedient and good or defiant and bad. I tell you, I have dealt with all kinds and you won’t be different. Here, you are Zebulun, The Mute and Blind, two titles I think you should train to get rid of. Do you know that once you become indomitable, this titles won’t mean anything to people?. You might wear them as cloaks everyday but you would be different. Do you know what the pack members think of you? They think of you as the Useless Prince and I as Morris Aghan, the Disabled Teacher and I have been making them know that that is what I am best at.” Zebulun clenched his fist. “So if I were you, I would sit like a good student and await my teacher’s order. I, Morris, won’t use just two months with you. I have heard rumors of your teachers just spending two months to teach you. And I intend to break that. So My Prince, sit on the mat. Close your eyes and listen.” He bit out as he slowly moved away from him and Zebulun walked like a boneless creature as he laid himself on the mat and tucked his legs then he did as he said. 

  Why? Because the one who would change his life has come. He knew it. His father had not chosen one of the highborns’ teachers this time. He had chosen a lowborn and he had made a mistake, did he know?