TheRevealation
1078 Words
“I am Princess Jullieta Castillo, can't you recognize royalty when you see one?” Her voice trembled slightly.
Louis' gaze narrowed, and a sly smile spread across his face, “Perhaps you devoured the princess and wore her clothes to cover your nakedness.”
Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, “Devoured? What are you talking about?”
“You don't know what you are, do you?”
Julietta stared at him confused, he could hear her heartbeat, it was beating faster than usual. Her hands were shivering, her feet couldn't stand still on the soil, she was vibrating.
A thunderstorm struck and an icy breeze blew, Julietta crossed her arms as her black long hair danced to the rhythm of the breeze.
“There is no way I am going to accept her to be my mate, other werewolves have the privilege of choosing their mate before their eyes turn blue. Why would the moon goddess take away my choice?” Louis wondered in his thoughts.
The thunderstorm struck again, the clouds became darker, and then came the drizzle.
“We should go inside,” he suggested and forwarded his hands to her.
She moved her head side by side and faced it to the floor. “I'm not going in there with you.”
He swallowed his spit and moved into the hut. As soon as he entered the hut, she gazed at the horse, she moved towards it and peeped into the hut.
She tried climbing the horse but couldn't, her long flay gown made it difficult for her. She looked around and saw a wooden stool, she quickly brought it and climbed on it, which assisted her in mounting the horse.
But as soon as she was on the horse, the horse neighed loudly and her eyes widened. She dragged the straps and turned the horse around.
She was certain he heard the neigh of the horse, she wondered why he wasn't trying to stop her. She looked before her, unsure of where to go from there, she glanced at the sky, it was getting foggy, she looked behind her, and saw him standing before the door, gazing at her.
She looked back at the sky and waved her head side by side as she bit her lips. She jumped down from the horse, held her flay gown and walked towards him.
“I couldn't leave because of the weather,” she said, gazing at him.
“I didn't ask you anything,” he said calmly and then folded his arms to his chest.
Julietta opened her mouth to speak but was short of words. She looked around her, it was getting darker.
“I… I … I want to go in,” she stammered.
Louis moved a bit, allowing her to enter.
Her eyes widened as she saw the shelves on the wall, which were loaded with books. She got closer and saw the carvings on the wall. It was freshly carved.
She heard footsteps approaching, she quickly turned and gazed at Louis who came closer to her. She gazed back at the number carved on the wall. It was freshly carved.
“That is how many French men I killed today, sixty-nine.”
He sat on the wooden chair beside a foam and opposite a cracked mirror. Her gaze remained on the number, her eyes still wide, she couldn't utter a word at that moment.
Another thunderstorm struck and heavy rain followed suit.
“I know you have questions, I too have questions and I'm willing to answer yours even though you don't have answers to mine.”
“Are you French?” She asked, without turning to him. “Perhaps a defector.”
“A defector?” He let out a sigh, shaking his head from side to side as if the weight of the question was almost too much to bear. His eyebrows furrowed, while his fists clenched at his sides.
“The French killed 286 of us, we had to run to survive!” He paused, gritted his teeth and rose to his feet, “Our fathers and their fathers and the fathers before them lived in harmony in France, we protected them for centuries!!” He began to breathe heavily.
Julietta raised her head to him, she saw the terror in his eyes, the pains hiding within.
“Louis,” she called out.
He breathed in and out before continuing, “What did we get in return, betrayal and death! My mother, my brother.”
Julieta approached him slowly, she stood before him, locking her eyes on his. She tried to speak but wasn't certain of the right words then without uttering a word, she wrapped her arms around him.
For a moment, he remained still, his body tensed. But as Julietta's warmth seeped into him, he slowly relaxed, and his arms slowly moved to wrap around her.
“I understand your anger towards the French, although I do not understand who we in your story are,” she whispered to his ear as she stretched her neck upwards to get to it.
“Werewolves,” he whispered back.
She suddenly released herself from the embrace and moved backwards.
“You're just like me, Julieta.” He said and moved towards the bed.
He laid on it, facing the ceiling.
“I don't have any meal to offer you, come sleep, first thing tomorrow morning, I shall take you back to the palace.”
She moved her head side to side, “I cannot lay beside….”
“A werewolf?” He asked.
“A man, it is not proper.” She said, folding her hands to her chest.
“Well I cannot leave the bed for a stranger, make yourself comfortable on the stool or you can still lay on the mud.”
She faced her face to the floor, seeing how sandy it was, she sighed and looked at the stool. She dragged her feet to the stool and sat on it.
“Where is the rest of your family?”
“Not now, Princess.”
She nodded and gazed at him until he closed his eyes.
As the first light of dawn crept through the hut, Julietta was lying on the bed, snoring.
Julietta opened her eyes and gasped the moment she saw herself on the bed, her eyes widened in disbelief.
She looked around but was unable to find Louis.
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