บททั้งหมดของ THE ROYALTY OF WOLFES: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

As always, that damn curiosity gets me into trouble.I begin to feel as if the heat is coming from within me, not from the environment, directly from my belly, tightening. It's not a colic. Not exactly. It's like a pulse. Hot agony.I take a deep breath, trying to focus on something else, anything other than this pulse, and then my lungs fill with a delicious smell, like wet wood in the sea. A salty, warm, damp, enticing scent.I turn my face to the left, but I bite my tongue when I see that it's my captor.That smell comes from him and I can feel it because of the effect of the flower. Oh, no... I'm so silent that the wolf asks twice if I'm okay. Last time my response was almost a scream. I want you to leave me alone in your private rooms and disappear for the rest of the day. But of course he doesn't do that. No. Instead of leaving me alone as he usually does, he takes off his heavy armor-like coat and places it on the back of the chair after securing me in the floor vise.I have no

It's the ninth day and he's not coming back.I don't know where it is and I don't care.Reeina comes to see me every day. At least Miguel didn't take that away from me. And Fen doesn't seem to know about our last confrontation. The way she talks, excitedly, I don't think she knows anything. She is the one who accompanies me. She can't go into the bathing rooms yet, but she waits for me while I go.I am deeply sad, so I do everything almost without feeling it.I read and draw in the morning, have my first meal, sleep a little and read in the afternoon, then shower and last meal, a little more reading and then sleep. And I repeat everything the next day.On the ninth day Reeina is so excited that she can barely contain herself.It's my captor's coronation day.Tonight he will officially become the Wolf King of Agreis.She says she was excused from the preparations because “His Superior Majesty, Wolf King Michael asked her to keep me company.”I pretend I don't hear.Nothing holds my att

The coronation is a very pompous event.The dining tables have been cleared, the music has stopped, and ten elderly men now form a circle around the Mig.He stands there, a foot taller than them. Maybe more.Old people read things I don't understand on an old parchment that they pass between them. I stand in the corner, trying to attract as little attention as possible, but I feel the Wolf King's eyes every now and then on me. I think he's checking to make sure I didn't run away and throw away our deal. After enduring the last two hours I convince myself to go ahead.I want that horse and I want those provisions. I deserve them.Wolves surround him.I see a lot of shiny clothes, beautiful fabrics and embroidery with metals, jewels, precious stones. It's the Great Houses that Reeina said before. There are nine. Nine important families for the wolf race. They were once kings or very close to the former kings, and it is clear that they want to secure their wealthy place near this one as

You have to leave the Tarus fortress and go around it to get to the stables. The route is long and silent. The wolf in front of me marches as if his life depended on it, his steps hard and steady and much longer than mine, so I almost have to run to keep him in my sights. When we finally walk out a door that looks familiar and the cold night air hits me in the face I take a long breath and look at my bare feet that are now freezing in the cold.Maybe choosing to be barefoot was a bad idea after all.I notice that the Prince is also looking at my feet, but he doesn't say anything. He keeps going forward, straight ahead, around the property, almost glued to the stone wall, his boots crunching on the neatly trimmed grass.I follow him, breathing heavily through my nose to ward off the cold that stings my skin.I'm so distracted from freezing that I bump into his huge body as he stops abruptly in front of me.I lean on the wall so I don't fall.— What are you-... — I start irritated, but

Haevir Tarr is like Pontis Maari, I imagine.It's late and there is street lighting, but it's sparse and we don't see any residents as we head towards the Belven fortress in the center.There are guards patrolling the streets in pairs, talking quietly, holding torches.We avoided them by going down one alley or another.We avoid the lights. We blend into the shadows.Miguel always goes ahead, but he forced me to hold the edge of his cape to make sure I was right behind. Yes, I'm right behind, almost stepping on your boots.Here in the city it's not as cold as it is out in the forest, but it's also not at all warm or welcoming, at least for me.I notice that in some streets there are braziers burning, and I notice that the houses are more beautiful and colorful. Near the poorest and simplest houses there are no braziers, nor much light, so we chose to go this way. The guards are also there a little. We only see one pair. This is how we identify the rich and poor parts of Haevir Tarr, a