The Prince’s Bride

A witch’s song.

As the song echo from the witch whom sings it, the roots of the nearby trees follow their instructions, moving in laylines of accordance to the witches song it hears.

Dalia in full concentration as her gaze remains fixed in a position, while her lips move with authenticity and excitement of her finally able to sing the witches song.

Lady Eve whom stays behind her, watching her very progress smiles proudly at the work she and most especially Dalia has put in the past few days, one which she is proud and also to eventually admit that Dalia does carry the gifts of learning quickly, as she only needed the right teacher.

Dalia with her lips forming into a smile, as she watches the wonders her lips does to the roots, which now begin to create aspiring trees. 

"Learn the witch song, and others become a child's play." Lady Eve walking closer to Dalia speaks to her. "Thats enough child." Lady Eve stops Dalia with her lips curving into a smile to her.

Dalia ending her song gradually, turning back to Lady Eve excitedly. "I finally sang it." Dalia proud of herself faces Lady Eve.

"Yes child, you have. Now, it isn't the end of the road, as there are still spells to learn, but for today, you have earned your freedom." Lady Eve tells Dalia pleased, where as Dalia stares perplexed.

"But, lest you have forgotten, the competition begins tomorrow." Dalia recalls to Lady Eve, envisaging because of that they would train till dusk set in, which in fact, is close by.

"I am very much aware of that, yet, with this, your body needs to rest, while we continue another day." Lady Eve persists.

"But..."

"Why don't you prepare for your first day of the competition? Let that be your focus for today, and take the rest of the day to relax if that's what will do you best." Lady Eve speaks to Dalia, cutting her off that Dalia herself is perplexed at her words, as Lady Eve is one whom never gets exhausted of pushing her to her limit, yet today, here she is saying different.

On the other hand, Lady Eve knowing exactly what it is she says, as even if the words do not come out of Dalia's mouth, she can feel the energy radiating off her, and her fastness at mastering a skill which takes months to learn, whereas Dalia has only mastered it in a matter of days. For that, Lady Eve knows there is only two things that can make one learn at such speed.

Either carrying the blood of the first witches or having something to do with a mate bond. And to Lady Eve, she chooses the latter, but wishes to remain silent, as when it comes to mates, she knows best than to let them find themselves on their own.

In Lady Eve's reasoning of picking the latter, she knows very well that when mates have found one another, two things happen when they get closer to a particular time in the month. Either one grows stronger and the other weaker, or vice versa. And in Dalia's case, she seems to know just what it is, yet, she can't help but feel the bad aura that surrounds the new profound explanation.

Dalia nods her head nevertheless, seeing Lady Eve's persistence, whereas Lady Eve guides her with a smile, till she leaves her presence.

Dalia now free for the day, as this is what she dreads for her days nowadays, as the saying which goes by, 'an ideal mind is a devils workshop', applies to her the most, knowing exactly where her mind will wander off to.

Except that Lucien isn’t the devil, in this case.

Her words to Lucien comes rushing back to her in a swift, as Dalia bows her head in regret of having being blunt and hurtful to a man whom she claims her heart beats for. Dalia sighing heavily, as she can't quite understand the feeling that roam inside of her as of the recent days.

One of the days she is having tears running down her eyes like a rushing stream, and the next day, her heart is as stiff as a rock, only driven by the will of her mind and not the heart, but as of today, Dalia feels the regret and pestering afflictions of her heart, that showcase just how far it seems she may have gone.

Dalia's mind furthers to seeing the gaze on Lucien when she made her statement to him, a statement she still wants to stand by, as the mentality that fills her head, is that of Lucien seeing her weak and unworthy, and perhaps the only reason he picked her to be his second is probably due to the fact that he pitied her and Sebastian.

Why did she envisage such? Even Dalia knows no answer to such.

Yet, no matter how her thought goes through, Dalia can not deny the wantings and cravings for Lucien, as with the mere thought of him, her skin begins to burn hot that her brown skin becomes red. 

Dalia gulping at the her intense feelings, of how her body is reacting, yet too quickly to Lucien that she hasn't felt before. Her body craves for him, her fingers itch to tug on his hair, her inner thighs feels soaking wet, that she crosses her legs not to let them drip, then, not to talk of her racing heart.

Another gulp coming through Dalia's throat, as she begins to feel the dryness in her tongue, along with the sweating of her temple. The feeling beginning to become unbearable to Dalia, as she gets up from where she seats, with her eyes scanning the environment searching for one particular person, she neither knows if he is at the palace for her to inquire just what it is that makes her feel this ire.

Dalia not catching sight of Lucien from the field she stays in, while her best bet goes for him to have left the palace, as it seems to be the only reasonable thing, considering her harsh words to him. Not knowing what to do, Dalia decides to leave her position, back to her room where she may be able to compose herself better, and from the prying eyes of others.

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"Any bodies yet?" Lucien questions his omega while they stand on the sparring grounds.

"None as of now, your highness." Cara answers diligently, whereas Lucien nods his head while he let's his gaze wander around the grounds, sighting his pack train as dusk approach.

"And any rumors about my abruptness of our previous mission?" Lucien's gaze reverting back to Cara, inquiring from her. As a leader, Lucien has come to know the importance of having ones people to be able vouch and place their lives in your hands, which in his case he has never for once taken advantage of it, until recently. Perhaps, not taken advantage, but put them last, while he ran to a certain mate of his.

"Your highness..." Cara' battles on her word to relay comments from his people in the most polite way possible.

"Tell me everything Cara." Lucien giving her a direct order, staring at her vividly, as with his words she no longer dares sugarcoat her response.

"It is a definite that the pack sees your actions as reckless and dangerous, whereas Amarok now knows of our plan ,yet, it is still in their very minds that they understand why it is , you made such actions, considering it had to do with the one you have recently found. Our Luna." Cara informs her Alpha. "In other words your highness, they still have their trust in you." Cara adds, as this time Lucien responds with a nod at her.

"Thank you Cara." Lucien adds, as his gaze goes back to the sparring grounds. "I'll brief them eventually, but as of now, we need to make a new strategy on Amarok." Lucien speaks with solemnity.

"Of course Alpha." Cara answers.

"What of Marcel? Has he arrived yet?" Lucien questions for his Beta, also his second in command.

"Not yet sir, but we did get word from him that he will arrive before the end of the night." Cara adds as it doesn't take her to end her words, before sighting the slight wince erupting form her Alpha. "Alpha, is everything well?" Cara asks concerned as she  still watches him erupt a groan.

"Yes, of co..." And Lucien's words doesn't come complete when another hard groan erupts his lips, that when his gaze meets with Cara, her gaze widens in perplexity at the blackness that seems to cower his white ones. "Its Adon, something is not...right," Lucien taking a breath with his eyes going shut as he speaks.

"He is stirring and pulling to surface unexpectedly." Lucien adds, with his gaze going back open to reveal the control Lucien beat Adon to. Cara wanting to respond to her Alpha, gets her word reversed, when she sights Lucien's nose sniffing the air adequately.

"Do you smell something Alpha?" Cara now standing on alert with Lucien's recent actions.

"Do you not smell that Cara?" Lucien furthers asking Cara, as his nose still sniffs the air.

"I only smell the prominent sweat eruption from the males." Cara answers truthfully, as that takes Lucien to halt in his actions and revise what smell, rather scent it is, as when his sensory organ comes to a conclusion, Lucien's gaze goes wide.

"Its arousal." Lucien states as his gaze wonder around the grounds, knowing that such particular scent only evolves from one person. 

Dalia.

"Arousal?" Cara now with bulging eyes, as her gaze stays with stun, while her lips pressing together in embarrassment, especially when she is the only female present on the grounds at the moment. "Your highness..."

"What is today Cara?" Lucien cutting Cara off her unknown words she plans to say, with his gaze holding seriousness and stun, replacing the same back to Cara. Lucien of definite knowledge of what the day is, but dares to confirm, knowing if Cara should collaborate with his thinking, then Lucien's day is about to be far from over.

"Today is a full moon your highness, perhaps it is why you feel agitated and..."

"No, its not me." Lucien cutting off his Omega again, speaks this time in assurance. "Its Dalia." His words comes certain as Cara now regains her alertness.

"What happened to her? Is she in danger?" Cara questions one after the other, with her stance evolving to alert, while Lucien's gaze lands back at her, staring vividly at his omega.

"No Cara. Dalia is in heat."