Lycan Princess

~Lilly~ You would think that life after tragedy would be simple. That you would live in a land of bliss because you escaped the devil and lived to tell the tale. This, however, is not the case for me. I escaped Grey thanks to my uncle Aaron, but I was never allowed to be free after words. I thought when I smelled my father's scent and curled into his arms that everything would be okay, but I changed one capture for another. Please do not misunderstand, my father is nothing like Grey was. Grey was an abusive r****t who did everything he could to torture those in his control. My earliest memories involve hearing him and his men abusing children in the stalls next to me. I don't know when I got there, but I still wake up in the night to their screams. I've heard over the years that I was one of the luckiest children that ever entered that dungeon. I was never beat and I was never touched inappropriately. However, I feel like if I was I would have a reason for the nightmares that run through my head. Do not get me wrong, I wouldn't want to have gone through what my aunts Chase and Calypso went through. I wouldn't even want to go through what my uncle Carlos went through... but I would like a reason behind my screams. Every night since the day I turned 18 I have woken up screaming, covered in sweat, and gasping for air. I never remember what the dreams are about but the symptoms are all to real. The only thing I can think of is Grey and his dungeon when I wake up. I am no longer that scared 5-year-old girl, but my father seems determined to keep me in a safe little bubble for the rest of my life. The only people I interact with are his friends and their children. I'm 25 now and I just want to go and explore the world, get out of the Lycan kingdom and find some adventure! Why can my father not understand my need to leave these walls and live! "Lilly dear are you awake?" My mother's soft voice called to me as she entered my room. "I'm out in my yard," I groaned in annoyance. I was sitting on the railing of my third floor balcony, my feet dangling over the edge into thin air. I know I sound like a spoiled little princess, but I want to see more of the world than what I can see from my balcony. I can see the entire Lycan kingdom from my room, but I know less than 20 members of the kingdom. five of those people happen to be related to me! "Lilly, you know I don't like you sitting like that," My mother sighed softly as she walked onto the balcony behind me. "It's the only way I can feel the wind in my hair." Sighing softly, I turned around to look at my mother. "Don't you ever get bored of being held within this castle?" Giggling softly, my mother shook her head, moving to sit in one of the chairs on my balcony. "The one and only time I left these walls I ended up in a dungeon killing men because I had a psychotic break." "I forgot you were born as a maid originally," Grumbling, I went to sit in the chair opposite of her, knowing that the longer I sat on the rail, the more likely she was to nag me about it. "I was," she smiled softly. "I never thought I would leave the palace in the first place." "But mother, I hear all of my cousin's stories about the outside world and I cannot share with them! All I can talk about is the new book in the library or the fact that I added another painting to the grand hall! I am tired of being trapped in these walls, knowing nothing of the outside world. That might be fine for you, mother, but it isn't for me." "Lilly, you are the next ruler of this kingdom." "And I don't know the people that live within it! How can I rule when I cannot even tell you who the principal of our school is. Or who the baker is? I cannot even tell you who the chef in this castle is. Is that not sad?" "It is safe," she whispered softly, her eyes filling with tears. Sighing softly, I took her hand and pulled her into my lap. I looked a lot like my mother but I was the size of my Lycan father. Unlike my mother who was 4ft nothing, I was a toned 6ft warrior. I mean, what else could I fill my time with than working out and painting? "I know you want to keep me safe, but I am twenty-five and I want to see the world before I am ruler." My mother nodded and we sat there chatting for a few moments about nothing in particular. I knew that I had made my point... for the tenmillionth time and when she got too emotional there was no point in going any further. After about an hour of talking, I heard her faint snores in my lap and laughed softly. Carefully, I stood up, cradling her in my arms and left my room for my father's office. Everything was on the same floor, ensuring that we never needed to leave the castle, let alone this floor. "Delivery," I called as I kicked open the door to his office. "Lilly, there is such a thing as knocking," My father groaned, clearly irritated at my actions... what else is new? "Sorry I was raised in a bubble, so I do not know much about manners," I said dryly as I walked over to his desk. "Do you want your wife or not?" "Oh Lillith," he smiled softly, taking her from me. "Did you talk her to sleep again?" "What else can I do in this place?" I huffed in annoyance. "I mean it is a talent to be able to make someone fall asleep just by talking," an all-too-familiar voice floated into my ear. Perking up, I squealed, practically jumping over my father's desk to attack my uncle. "Uncle Carlos, when did you get here!" "About an hour ago. I sent your mother in to tell you." "My sleeping powers must have gotten to her first," I laughed, happily hugging him tight. "What are you doing here?" "Of course we were going to come for your coming of age ceremony," Carlos laughed, hugging me tight. "It isn't everyday that your goddaughter gets to start her royal training in preparation for becoming queen," Jonah grumbled in the chair beside me. Perking up, I jumped from Carlos to Jonah, squeezing him tight, "Jonah!" I squealed happily. "Oh, now you know I exist," he chastised me while holding me tight. "Sorry uncle," I smiled happily, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, where's my kiss," Carlos whined. "Better?" I smirked at Jonah. "Much thank you," he beamed as his mate whined. Carlos and Jonah had always been my favorite uncles. Carlos is Jonah's second chance mate and they are the definition of perfect for one another. Carlos was high strung and crazy and Jonah was calm and collected. However, when they were together they were children. They still went on vacations together every month and they made time to be together. My father and mother loved one another, but they never left the castle. Every couple was different, but I wanted love like my godparents. They had been through things that would destroy any normal couple and they somehow came out the other side. All of a sudden, a loud shriek sounded throughout the floor and my blood ran cold. "Wait... did you let those two loose!" I looked at my god parents, who started to whistle and look everywhere but at me. "Please tell me that those two premadana's are not loose in my closet!" I shreaked jumping off of Jonah's lap. "Hey Carlos, is it time for dinner yet?" Jonah looked at his mate for help. "Yeah I think it is... I mean we didn't eat the whole way here!" Carlos jumped out of his chair, taking his partner's hand and running out of the room. "Cowards!" I shouted at them as I heard more squealing coming from the direction of my room. "Father, can I lock the room from the outside and move in with the twins?" I groaned, turning to look at my father. Biting my lip I had to stop myself from smiling at him as he watched my mother sleep in his lap. I had a lot of complaints about my life, but the one thing I never doubted was the undying love my father had for my mother. Even when he was busy he would stop everything if he even remotely thought that she was in trouble.