All Chapters of Wolfless Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Freya “Yes sir,” I replied, and when I walked into the room, I was greeted by a room nearly the same size as the bedroom itself, each hanging, blue towel inscribed with the royal family’s crest. Much to my surprise, there was not only a massive shower in the back of the room with three shower heads and even side spouts, but a jet pool tub, inset into a set of swirling marble stairs.Next to the tub, I saw what looked like tincture bottles on a shelf, my eyes scrolling across them as I thought about what might be helpful from my studies with the nurse council. He said he was sore…epsom salts would be perfect, I’d thought as my eye caught the bag set beneath the wooden cabinet, and I poured a cup into the bottom before starting to run the water.Hmm, a little eucalyptus would help, and chamomile would be soothing, I’d thought to myself as I started the jets, put down the bag of salts, and looked through the drawers for the two herbs, finding them in prepacked, unopened bottles. Blegh,

Damien “Freya should be here shortly,” Marcus said to me as he walked into my office where I sat at my computer, fielding the emails and letters from the different packs of the kingdom my father didn’t want to bother with. Part of the job of being the eldest son I guess. War hero and diplomat of sorts.“Excellent,” I said. “I need my bed linens cleaned, and I’d like her to recheck and redress my wound.”“What wound?” Marcus asked.“Nothing special,” I replied. “I was sparring with the youngest, and he honestly got me pretty good.”“Fuck sake, Damien! That was a nearly a week ago!” Marcus groaned. “You didn’t get it checked?”“No…I’ve been busy,” I replied with a shrug. “But apparently it was becoming a problem.”“Busy or not, you need to take care of yourself,” Marcus insisted, and as he’d spoke my phone began to bounce across the table in from of me, buzzing loudly. I picked it up to look at the screen, and I let out a loud groan.“Helena again?” Marcus asked as he took a seat in th

Freya After my talk with Prince Damien and Marcus, I couldn’t sleep. My eyes tracing the decorative murals on the ceiling as I tried cup after cup of tea to calm my nerves, as if it would cure my curiosity with an air of dread.What the hell could he be talking about? I asked myself as I tossed and turned. What could he possibly have done? Did I do something wrong and he’s not telling me? Would these people come on my sleep? Who were they?The possibilities seemed endless, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly unsettled.When my alarm buzzed, I sat up like a zombie, my eyes burning as I got up and got myself together for the day. Despite the unease I’d felt continuing with business as usual, there was no other way but forward. So, I made myself some calming tea, got dressed, and walked out into the hallway to see what the day had in store for me.I did the prince’s quarters first, which luckily wasn’t much given all the work I’d done the day before— laundry, p

Damien “Your majesty,” Marcus said, his wavy locks bouncing as he peeked into my office.“Hmm?” I grunted in response as I shuffled through more paperwork, a bunch of stuff my father had delegated me to be involved with. AKA things my father didn’t want to bother with.“Dinner is almost ready,” Marcus replied, and I felt my lip curl in disgust.“Just have Freya bring it here,” I said as I signed a document for the Dark Stars, approving some sort of building project in their territory. “I’m quite busy with this load of approvals father dropped into my lap.”“That’s the thing,” Marcus replied, nervously scratching the back of his head. “Your father wants you to be present, as does—““—Ugh,” I protested, throwing my pen down on the desk.“Why can’t he see that harpy for what she is?” I asked.“Someday he will,” Marcus replied. “But if we are going to continue our detective work on Queen Evelyn—““—I know, I know…keep up appearances,” I agreed as I stood up and pushed my chair in.“Anoth

Freya“My mo—“I began and then stopped. I can’t talk about my old life with her. I can’t tell her of my silver, gem covered vanity back home.“Pardon?” Evelyn asked and I struggled to recover.“My mother dreamed of such extravagance,” I stammered, which wasn’t entirely a lie. She’d often talked about the palace and the one time she’d been there and how she’d loved the ballroom especially. It was why my mother had had the ballroom redone when I was young, trying to mirror the palaces. At least that’s what I’d been told. I hadn’t seen it yet.“All women deserve to be pampered and treated like princesses, don’t you agree?” Evelyn said as she reached in her drawer and pulled out a silver necklace, set with sapphires. She then surprised me by putting it around my neck, grinning from ear to ear as she took a hairbrush off the vanity, pulled the hair tie from my hair, and began to brush.“Red hair is so beautiful,” the queen said. “I used to dye my hair just to dream of getting such a gorgeo