Henrietta This time, I was determined to stand and watch him turn. I wanted to see him in his full form, I wanted to get to spend time with both him and Grey. This time, I was not going to run away in fear like I did the first time, I would stand, bury my hand in his fur like I've done so many times in my dream. I watched him growl and stretch his hand which became even bigger than It was few seconds ago, tearing the clothes he was in as he bent low and placing one of his hands on his chest, he dived to the ground keeping a reasonable distance from me and from the way he stretched, growled and with the protruding of furs and claws, I feared he would hurt himself. I feared he was hurting, struggling with all the transformation that looked like he was going through excruciating pain. I took careful calculated steps towards where he lay panting but before I could place my hand on him, he swept his head in my direction and a gasp escaped my lips the moment his eyes met mine. His d

Henrietta I looked from Gwendolyn to Richard but to my surprise, he wasn't as shocked as I was. He just shrugged and opened his hands as if asking what I expected him to do."You know about this?" I asked and his silence was enough to get the message, "How long have you known, yet you let her blame you for it?" I queried, "What if I wasn't there that day? What if Geneva never showed up in time? you'd have been long gone!" I yelled, waiting for him to say something, waiting for him to tell me why he felt her treat him that way.I heard Gwendolyns' soft sniffle, "It's not his fault, Etta," she whispered, "he didn't know until a few days ago.""I don't remember talking to you." I scolded her and she flinched. "I... I'm sorry Gwen but…" I sighed, "I never thought in my entire life that a day would come when even though your life might be in danger, I still find it difficult to believe you." I tried to be as truthful as I could."Please Etta, I don't want to be the reason you have issues

RichardMy mood was on a rollercoaster ride and even though I tried to find reasons to cheer myself up, I just couldn't find any. I was home sick and the best way to get over it was to either step outside the walls of the kingdom for a horse ride or a hunt.I don't know if I would be able to win the king's permission to go with Henrietta. It would be of great delight to me if he could just let her step out for a few minutes at least to see the kingdom from the other side. How long does he think he can protect her for?From what I have witnessed, she trusts nobody and maybe only her instinct. How could she by the way when she has seen it all from almost everyone and then there is Gwendolyn, who I do not know whether she is being honest or just pretending to get Henrietta wrapped around her fingers.Gwendolyn failed to learn that shapeshifters are not to be trusted or even brought close enough else they take advantage of you which is in Nemieuhs nature and now she is getting the heat of

Henrietta You have no right!!!” I screamed the moment Nemieuhs' eyes met mine. I looked ahead into the room, to where Gwendolyn lay on the bare floor. Gradually, she raised her eyes to meet mine and I rushed into the room to her side before turning to have a good look at Nemieuh. She was holding a strange goblet in her hand which she threw under her heavy dress. I didn't care to know what it was about but all I cared for was my sisters' well being. “What has she done to you to make you treat her this way?” I asked Nemieuh in an annoyed voice while helping Gwen to her feet but she held her head high and brought her fingers to her stare at them before flicking them in the air. I watched her adjust her dress and brush off dirt from it before raising her eyes to look at me with a smug on her face and in that moment, if I was not supporting Gwen to her feet, I'd have walked over to her and slapped the smug off her face in the most life-threatening way. I clenched my teeth together, “sh

Richard I heard an uproar from outside Henriettas' room and the thoughts of why she locked me up in the room and how my bleeding injury disappeared vanished from my mind, it was quickly replaced by the thoughts of what could be causing the noise outside. The noise made Henrietta uneasy and I could feel it. Her worry, stress, fear. I could feel it all. As a matter of fact, it could be said that I took a greater share of what troubled her. I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could. The uproar outside seemed to have caught my utmost attention and curiosity was beginning to get the better of me. I looked around her bathroom for something to hit on the door which could possibly gain attention of anybody who was on the other side. There was nothing handy enough, so I resorted to banging on the door with my hand. “Is anybody there?'' I yelled after hitting the door for a minute before continuing again but this time, a little more forcefully. “Somebody get me out of here!” I shoute