{Isla’s POV} Someone had caught me. I swiveled around and was greeted by deep ocean-blue eyes. Only one person I knew possessed such eyes. I immediately pushed myself away from his clinch, shooting him an irritated look which he reciprocated with a scowl. “The Court Hall is no place for Cartwheels, Princess.” He mouthed, continuing with his strides. Did he just call my artful flips and stunts Cartwheels? How dare he!? “Good day, Your Highness.” He greeted my Dad before I could retort. “Welcome, General.” My Dad responded. “Take a seat.” He gestured Cayden to one of the black leather chairs. Uh… what’s happening? I was still there standing and nobody bothered to spare me any attention as the men started distributing some file papers amongst themselves. Cayden was seated slightly close to Ralph who looked like he didn’t fancy the proximity as his arms stiffened up. I gulped at that. “And what is this all about?” I asked, finally calling some attention to myself. Only my Da

{Isla’s POV} “How can you read my thoughts?” I asked, beyond shocked as I stopped some good inches away— inches that would give me the upper hand at escaping in case of any sudden surprises. “I read everybody’s thoughts.” She mouthed, her voice shaky. “But yours? Yours is something else.” She says, looking more monstrous. But I only drew closer. “He’s my mate and I—” “You don’t want to reject him. But at the same time, you can’t juggle love and your duties as the future Queen. You’re scared it will be your weakness.” She took the words right out of my mental conception. “Y- yes.” I said slowly in acceptance. “I know I’m supposed to be devoted to my monarchical service.” I can’t believe I’m sharing my issues with a random witch. “But at the same time, I can’t get myself to forgo the bliss of having a mate.” I said sadly. Dad wouldn’t be proud of the way I was talking. “He may be the king but don’t allow your Dad to rule your own choices too.” She read it off my brain cortex once

{Isla’s POV} A lot has happened to me. I mean, A LOT! I was lying on the bed in my room and it was midnight and you would think that the peace that comes with the night would come to me. It didn’t! My mind was full of thoughts and my chest was full of plots. So I needed to talk to someone. And by someone, I mean my best friend, Andrea. But she was in her room, asleep. The time I desperately need to share my issues with her, she slumbers! Karma is really a bitch! Andrea had been wanting to chat so badly recently but I’ve been dismissing her, and now… Anyway, back to me. What’s the latest news? It’s officially one day before the Night of The Mating Moon. And Ralph kissed me. Yeah. And I’m talking about a passionate lip kiss. It was a really great kiss, but. But I slapped him. And it was a really great slap. Why? Well, it was… it’s— fuck! Here is a little FLASHBACK* “Talk about what?” I asked, a bit confused. “Talk about us.” Ralph said, strictly. “Us?” I said it l

{Isla’s POV} Somedays we are stranded in our own lives. Like when your routines or obligations imprison you? You think I’m talking trash, don't you? But I’m not! It was noontime, a few hours before everywhere would become inky dark and the Mating Ball would begin. It is also called The Night Of The Mating Moon, as one this night, a full wolf Moon graces the Reigns. I dread that night, but here I am, dressed in a backless red Ball gown draped with the most glittering precious stones, ready to steal the show. But there will be no stealing of shows. Just wanted to make that clear. I had promised Andrea I would attend the Mating Ball, else, I would be locked up in my chambers, drinking hot tea and reading stories. Earlier today, Carlot had banged harshly on my door to tell me that my Mum requested my presence. And when I asked him why he had knocked so hard, he said "I become uncoordinated at night". Most silly excuse ever. But hey, it’s Carlot. My maids, all nine of them— in

{Isla’s POV} What?! “What did you say?” I asked the girl again. I had heard her but at the same time, I wasn’t sure. The girl spoke slowly now like she thought the Princess had a hearing problem. “She said she would be back before the birth…” I zoned out. I had heard such a line before. Where did I— Cayden? My eyes grew wider as I realized. “Cayden!” I voiced. “What is that, my Princess?” One of the girls asked but I was already too far away to reply. My legs were already driving through the crowd in search of my sister. It couldn’t be. Kayla wouldn’t be with Cayden after all I had said to her. Yeah, I’m just overreacting. I continued my search and as seconds ticked by, I was beginning to grow edgy. But I wasn’t going to permit the thought. Kayla wouldn’t do such a thing to me. She’s probably around somewhere having fun and If I can’t find her, I’ll find Cayden. I have to warn him to stay away from my Sister or anyone I care about! Tonight was the night he had said th