The Rise of the Lost Princess

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Unknown POV

"You can not be serious, Reginald. Our children have been betrothed since their infancy! Now that you've finally got it in your mind to bring her home, where she belongs, you seek to end their engagement? On what grounds?" My mother demanded of the King, leaning over his desk to loom over him. My mother, father, and I had been summoned to his majesties office to be informed of some important news he needed to share. I never imagined that the news was the princess' immediate return.

I had never met my fiance... well, ex-fiance now. Something happened not long after her birth that sent our queen fleeing with her children to the human realm and living in hiding. Only the King knew of her true location, and he and the witch he had tasked to hide them. I was never able to discern the events that had taken place to cause it, but my father always assured me that it was for the best. Still, I always wondered what my future wife might look like. But she wasn't my future wife anymore, and I wasn't sure how I should feel about that, I wasn't angry, though maybe I had the right to be. Instead, I felt a little overwhelmed, but I would unpack that feeling later when I was alone. For now, we had to finish this meeting with the King.

"On the grounds that she is my daughter, and that is my duty to maintain her best interests." He stated cooly. That reason was sufficient enough for me. My mother, on the other hand, was not so easily appeased, which was to be expected of her. Being werewolves, our attention became incredibly singular when our emotions were high, and she was plenty angry to miss the anger brew in the kings eyes.

"Oh please, there is no presidence for terminating an imperial engagement. It's not as if we would put her in a white gown and have them exchange vows upon her arrival. There would be time for a lengthy courtship. No. There is another reason, and my son has a right to know what it is." The king bristled as he looked over at me. I hated it when she spoke for me like that. Because truthfully. I didn't really care about marrying the princess. It had just been another thing that had been planned for me. A duty I was expected to fulfill when the time came. Marrying her brings me no real power of my own. It would just give me the title of King, but she would be the ruling monarch with my name simply attached to hers. In all honesty, I would rather be an imperial advisor like my father. At least then, when I spoke on my political opinions, I would not be accused of using it relationship to unjustly sway her judgments. She would also have the added benefit of not being on the receiving end of public scorn for marrying a half breed. Even if it had been an arranged marriage, it was so taboo at best. I guess the King could tell that I wasn't really offended as my mother suggested, but he knew as well as me and my father that she would not let it go.

"Fine. Then how's this for you. My daughter has been raised in the human realm, and as far as her knowledge goes, she is human. Arranged marriages aren't exactly popular among them anymore. Furthermore, she will eventually have to face the shock of learning that she is the only heir to the crown and will have no choice but to ascend the throne. She'll have enough of her life planned for her without me taking away this choice for her, too." My mother opened her mouth to soak, but he cut her off. "This is not up for debate, Hela. My decision is final." She lapsed into silence as she thought his words over. My father gently pulled her back to sit in the chair next to him.

"I agree with you, Your Highness. Your daughter was not raised like other children from this kingdom. She would not understand the arrangement, and there is bound to be some resentment should the engagement start in place." My father said as he rubbed his wife's arm comfortingly.

"Thank you." He responded, relaxing back in his chair before my mother piped up again.

"What if we let out be her choice?" She asked, and I told my eyes. What was she planning to do? Ask her if she would still be willing to marry a man she never met? As of that would work.

"Hela." The king said in a warning tone.

"Hear me out, is not like they will never see each other. On the contrary, they will see a lot of each other. Between classes and training, it's trainable to specify that they could become close friends and that could develop into something more. I'm not suggesting that my son actively pursue her just to do so. But if there is genuine interest from both parties, who are we to say no just because their engagement was nullified?" My mother had come from a very large and influential pack before she married my father as part of a peace negotiation. She had been the daughter of an alpha, and as such, negotiations like this were second nature to her. She was good, but that still didn't make it sound like I wouldn't only be interested in the princess just in hopes of getting the crown one day. If that'd what my mother hoped, then she would be surely disappointed. The king mulled it over for a second before conceding.

"If Anita and Castor decided to pursue a raisins of their own volition, then they will have my approval, but I still not stand for her feelings to be manipulated to just to satisfy an agenda. So I make myself clear?" He asked, looking at me.

"I have no interest in such a thing, your majesty." I said honestly, and I was relieved to see that he believed me. He nodded.

"Now, onto other business, I would like to stress the fact that Anita didn't know anything. And for the time being, I would like to keep it that way." His words had me straightening up in my seat. How cos he possibly think that was a good idea. Must people have a lifetime to learn the things necessary to make it in the imperial court. Anita only had a couple of years before she would be ascending the throne.

"Uh, sir, I'm sorry for speaking out of turn, but I don't think that's wise." Ib told him, and he glared at me.

"This is not a topic for discussion, Castor. Anita didn't need the shock of the truth right away. She deserves time to get settled first."

"And what about when she goes through the awakening on her birthday. It's in just over a week, so you honestly think that will be enough time for her to be perused for the truth? Or are you just gonna let her wake up with WINGS with no preparation?" I never spoke to the king like this. I highly resourced him, but this decision was bound to do more harm than good.

"I will call with it when the time comes. It is not your concern. You will not breathe a word of the truth to her until she is ready. Do you understand?" I bit my tongue to keep from talking back to him again.

"Of course, sir. " I lied. There was no way in hell that I wasn't going to tell her the truth of I had the opportunity to do so. She deserved that much. My father cursed his through to chest some of the tension in the room.

"Sir, when will the princess be arriving?" He asked.

"This afternoon, I would have told you sooner, but I had to make arrangements for a temporary residence in the human realm I must leave soon to be there." The shock filed the room for a moment before my mother was on her feet.

"Then we will pack to join you. Come, Castor, sound like we will be leading shortly." I did and followed her out of the office. We walked in silence, and I was grateful. Now I had to plan the best way to tell Anita the truth, and do it as soon as possible.

Anita's POV

The car ride to my fathers house was very tense at first, but it slowly started to relax thanks to the calming music that Mr. Thimbol played through the vehicle.

I never thought that classic jazz would be a music genre I would enjoy, but I was pleasantly surprise. Not to mention grateful as the suffocating atmosphere slowly melted away, for me at least, Alex still looked like he was really uncomfortable. In an attempt to lighten the mood, I leaned forward and cleared my throat. Mr. Thimbol looked up at me in the rear-view mirror.

"Have you always listened to this kind of music?" I asked him politely. He smiled back at me in slight amusement.

"I can't say I have, I use to listen to a lot of rough rap in my younger years because it was a lifestyle I could relate to, but I haven't been able to relate to it in a long time so my tastes have gradually evolved." I raised my eyebrows at him, re-examining his formal attire that he wore. I heard him chuckle. "Can't picture it, can you?"

"I most definitely can not." I said, astonished. He full out laughed. The conversation slowly faded to a more comfortable silence, and Alex looked slightly more at ease. Maybe he was just worried that I wasn't comfortable.

Slowly, the hours slipped by, but I didn't mind the long drive. It gave me time to imagine what my new life would be like. If my father had all of these people doing his bidding, picking up his children, teaching them, and running his household for him, would he even really be around? The idea depressed me that other than the added fanciful lifestyle that my relationship with my father might still remain relatively nonexistent. Add that to the new growing anxiety that was filling my veins, I could feel myself slowly becoming jittery. I tried to keep it minimal, but of course, Alex noticed as well as Mr. Thimbol, much to my surprise. Alex reached over and grabbed my hand, and Thimbol shot me a sympathetic look in the mirror.

"What's got you so fidgety all of a sudden? You've been calm the whole ride." Alex asked quietly. I looked at him as I could feel the uncertainty building inside of me. I knew the word "vomit" was coming. I took a deep breath, I had to be very careful about what I let spill out of my mouth.