The maids scurried after Griselda as she made her way to Zenith's chambers. She did not stop but continue until she reached the entrance. She paused as she came face to face with Zariel who bowed a little. "Princess Selda," He greeted. She eyed him. "I want to see the King." She requested with an hard look etched on her face painted in make up. Zariel cast a look back at the door then turned back at her. "The king has ordered that no one disturb him." He informed her. "Well, I am not no one. I am his Queen to be and I need to know some things about my future husband." She told him. After giving her a look for a moment, Zariel turned on his feet and went in to inform Zenith about Griselda's request. "Let her in," Came Zenith's response. Zariel returned back and bowed a little. "He said you can come in and-" Before he could complete what he was saying, she breezed past him and went in. One of his brows twitched and he let out a sigh before shaking his head. "And what is this I am

"Your Highness, the medical reports are here," Mathias announced as he walked in. For the past two days, Zenith has neither left his study room nor his chambers. He always seemed to get himself busy with scrolls and files. His beast was going nuts and he needed to lock himself in or he might go in search of the slave. He lifted up his gaze to Mathias and he saw the darkened eye bags beneath his eyes. He sighed and dropped them before him. "You need to rest, Your Highness." Ever since Zenith had growled at him, he has been keeping the level of formalities. Zenith noticed but said nothing. Only if he was in the position that he was in would he understand how hard it was for him to get married to a werewolf especially one that had his knee bent. "There is no need for rest. I will do that later. I need go to through these files and see if anything can be done." He told him. Mathias did not argue with him. This not was the first time. Countless times and nights, he has spent to see what

One of the most excruciating things to do is being in an help for your mate's wedding especially when you are not the one he is getting married to. Nyx could not help the stabs of pain around her chest and heart. She kept groaning at every jab of it. She even did her best to avoid coming face to face with Zenith. She did not know how she would face him if she sees him. It was better to avoid him that way, maybe he was avoiding too. She gulped hard and wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead. The Head Maid had suddenly called them while they were busy with the preparation.She ambled through the maids and as she could not get to the front, she stopped midway and craned her neck forward. “As you all know, we have five days to the wedding and the Princess’s Wedding Rituals will be beginning tonight. No mistakes will be pardoned. Everything must go pretty well. Every mixtures that will be used must be safely brought out and -” She pointed towards every one of the maids that stood before

"Let me in!" Selda snapped at Mathias who stood guard at the door of the chambers."I'm sorry, Princess Selda but the Lycan King is taking a deep rest. He won't be able to attend to you." He told her bluntly.She snorted out as she held her waist. "When he wakes up, I will have him remove you first from your position. I promise you." She hissed with a glare and walked away, anger boiling in her veins. She met the maids that were serving her on her way back, they stopped her."Princess, we were asked that we escort you back to your Quarters. The Ritual has been finalized already." They informed her."How?" She soon dismissed them, not like she was interested in the Rituals by the way. She snorted and turned around then began to head back to her Quarters. She could not help but pace to and fro. The maids who were attending to her were also terrified with the way she was behaving.Wait, but if he is sick, will the wedding take place? She thought. Or could this be part of their plan to mak

It was busy in the entire Palace. Everything had been completed and the guests were slowly arriving. Meals and drinks were available and placed on every table. The drummers and players had taken their spots and began the feast already. Mathias was anxious. He watched how everyone laughed and cheered drunkenly. Only if they knew at what expense they had this respite, they would be sober. “Are you dressed already, Right Hand?” The Head Maid asked, coming to stand in line with him as she also kept her gaze on the people. Mathias cast a glance at her and shook his head with a sigh escaping through his nostrils. “His Majesty is dressing. I needed to make sure everywhere is safe for him.” He replied. She nodded in agreement and said nothing as they watched. She has been in this palace way even him but what their eyes have seen and their ears have heard was a story for another day. “Do you think this…” Mathias trailed off. The Head Maid cut him a glance and she managed to smile a bit. “Ri