The Crown and his Queen

Sitting on this wood raft. No one comes here, I can always be alone. My favorite calming thing to do, sit on this raft in the middle of the lake and sing. She lays on her side, head resting on her left arm. Noise cancelling headphones cover her ears, even if she wanted to hear someone, this wouldn’t allow it. Rolling on to her back, closing her eyes and enjoying the night. Her favorite sad song playing, already lost in the song and its about to come out of her mouth. Opening her eyes, stretching her arms and hand to the sky and singing, “I can’t understand. No. I just can’t understand how life goes on the way it does.” Hearing in her mind; “It’s time to come home my Songbird.” Smiling and sitting on to finish her soul song. Her nose already running and eyes stinging. “Why does my heart go on beating. Oh, why, do these eyes of mine cry. Don’t they know it’s the end of the world? It ended it when you said, it ended when you said goodbye.” Answering aloud, “I’m coming Luna.” Taking the ore that lays next to her in hand and rows herself to the dock. Feet on the dock, changing the song and walking back to the pack house. Once there, she knows her attitude would need to be up. Feeling lucky to have such a loving pack. She has experienced some pain in her life and the pack is all she has.   A bit later, she walks into the pack house. Stopping at the site of a little blonde hair girl. “Well, hello tonight Yvonne.” “Hello Miss Songbird. How are you tonight? Where you in your favorite place?” Bending down, “Full of questions tonight.” Moving hair from the little pups face, picking her up and resting her on her hip, “Let’s see, I am feeling well tonight. I hope you are well tonight. I was in my favorite place. Now I have a question for you. Why are you still awake? It’s late.” The little girl giggles. “I wanted you to sing me a song before I go to bed.” Climbing the stairs to the bedroom Yvonne shares with three other pups. Opening the bedroom door, smiling at the pups running around the bedroom waiting for them. “Why are you guys still awake? And I’m so surprised to see clean faces.” They run and jump on their beds. She smiles and yawns, “Sorry, no singing tonight. Miss Songbird is sleepy. Not to mention we have a big day tomorrow.” “Why Miss Songbird. What is going on tomorrow.” The children ask almost as one. Smiling and putting Yvonne in bed, “Alpha and Luna have visitors tomorrow. We will all have dinner together and Luna may ask me to sing.” “Yay!” The children cheer. Walking to the door and about to turn off the light, “Okay, see you guys tomorrow.”   Walking to her bedroom, opening the door, turning on the light and closing the door behind her. Feeling the sting for what seems to never heal. Taking the MP3 player from her sweater pocket and plugging it in to be charged. All the rooms in the pack house are soundproof and she is so very thankful for this. Since those unfortunate event, she lost so much, and these walls keep her crying to herself.  Walking into the restroom, stripping and straight to the shower. The hot water always helps. “Songbird, will you be singing my favorite song tomorrow for our guest, right?” Smiling. One of the side effects of the unfortunate events is the loss of her mind link with the pack. The only one she still holds this with is her Luna. “Of course, I will sing for you Luna.” Finishing her shower, into her night shorts and tank top, hair out of the towel, wet. Climbing into her bed with a smirk. Clapping her hands loud and the lights turn out. Closing her eyes, “I didn’t cry today.”   Waking in the morning, completing her morning chores and finishing what she considers her daily routine. Seeing the dock and simultaneously all her thoughts go hiding and come running forward. She always felt like she was living in a daydream until she gets out on the water. Stepping on the raft, getting on her knees and putting on her noise cancelling headphones and starting the sad songs. Picking up the ore and rowing herself to the middle of the lake. Laying down and starting to sing to herself. She won’t be able to stay late tonight; Luna is expecting her to sing. If she’s honest, she’d sing anything Luna wanted her to sing. But since there are visitors coming, she is glad to sing such an easy song. Feeling the alarm go off on her MP3 player. Sitting up, “Darn! I wasn’t able to even be here 10 minutes.” Picking up the ore and rowing herself back to the dock. Running back to the pack house. She needs to get ready. Thou she didn’t practice with James, the piano player. But they have played and sung this song so many times, no practice is needed.   Arriving at the pack house, up to her bedroom and straight to a shower. Out of the shower, feeling very happy. The song she is to sing is playing in her mind and not to mention, she’s going to dress up today. Sitting on a chair in front of her vanity with Hollywood lights and she applies her make up. Once completed she nods, eyeliner wing perfect, eyelashes are banging, and the red lipstick is poppin’! Walking to the restroom and fixing her black hair into two buns, leaving bang to cover her forehead and strands of hair falling on her cheeks. Walking back into the bedroom and standing in front of her bed, looking down at her perfect dress. “What was that?” Feeling a sting in her chest. Rubbing her chest, but there was no time for that. She needs to get dressed and make her way to the feast. It only momentarily crosses her mind if the visitors made it. Shrugging her shoulders, that was not really her business. Her business was great shoes and a great dress. Sitting on the bed and slipping her feet into her red high heels and buckling them around her ankle. She runs her hand on top of the shoes and on the 5-inch heels. Standing to her feet, bending down and taking the red shell from the dress. Slipping out of her robe and picking up the black and white polka dot dress with spaghetti straps. Stepping into the dress, pulling it up and gliding the straps over her shoulders. Always loving how the dress is low cut on her boobs, tight on her stomach and waist before it flares and stops at her knees. Grabbing the outer red shell and putting it on. The red shell runs the length of the dress and buckles at her waist. The sleeves stop at her elbows and cuff, while the collar is high. Stepping back and admiring the dress she loves, not to mention she does have a good shape.  “Are you ready Songbird.” Hearing her Luna in her mind. “Yes, I’m coming down now.” “Our guest are sitting in the rear. They are trying to blend.” “No worries. I’m singing for you Luna. I don’t care where they are.” Smiling in the mirror and leaving her room.  Meeting James in the kitchen, while Alpha is speaking. “Ready?” James asks. “Yeah.” “You seem a bit happy today. This isn’t like you.” “You know James, strange you say that. I was thinking that too?” “Oh, come on.” He says while taking her hand and they walk on to the stage.      Following James lead, stepping up three stairs and they are on stage. Walking to stand in front of the microphone. James releases her hand and they both bow. She smiles at him as he walks toward the piano. “I’m going to be singing Luna’s favorite song tonight.” She sees Yvonne and the other pups at the front table. She smiles at her and waives hello with her index finger. Her attention back to the pack, trying to avoid the lights; “The name of the song is called, The very thought of you.” Turning to James and he begins to play, “The very thought of you and I forget to do.” Unable to keep her mind and happiness in her chest. She closes her eyes to sing and begins to get animated. She’s sang this song before but tonight, not only is she happy, everything feels right. “I’m living in a kind of daydream. I’m happy as a king and foolish, thou it may seem, to me it’s everything.”  Glancing at James with a smile as the song ends, “It’s just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love.” James meets her and they bow before leaving the stage.   At the bottom of the stairs Yvonne waits. Smiling at her, “Hello little one.” “You're so pretty today Miss Songbird.” “Thank you love. I need to go change, want to come?” She swings her little body and nods. Taking her hand and walking toward the kitchen door. “Miss Songbird, people are saying that you have a mate.” Making a confused face, “Who said that?” Opening the kitchen door, still looking at Yvonne as she starts to talk, “Marco said-” Bumping into something that feels like a wall and really good. “Oh sorry-” Looking in the direction of what she just bumped. Unable to finish the sentence as the man growls, “Mine!” “I feel it coming out my throat. Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap.” Dropping Yvonne’s hand and running from the kitchen.   He looks at the little girl, “What does that mean?” She swings her body and says, “It’s a song. It goes, I should’ve never said the word love threw a toaster in the bathtub.” The little girl giggles, “I think she loves you.” She turns and leaves the kitchen.  Turning in the direction the songbird ran. I'm crazy to find her. Hearing his beta calling for him. I can’t help but wonder about her story. I hear my brother calling me.  He controls himself and leaves to go and handle business. We still have a couple of days, still time to get things in order.