The White Wolf

10

“Alright” I tried to hide my fear. “First things first, take me to my room, I need to freshen up.” I felt hot.

“The prince ordered all your things be moved to his room” She bowed.

“Wait, what?” I questioned, shocked. Was this some sort of joke?

“Thank you” I faked a smile at her and ordered her to leave. With fear in my heart, I walked towards the room. I did not know if to knock neither did I know what to say. What was I going to tell him? I asked myself. Suddenly, the door flung open. There was my Prince Charming.

He sighed and went back into the room. Guess he wanted to come get her himself.

“I would have come to get you myself” He said in his husky voice. Just like I had heard, he was very handsome. He was dressed in a robe while his hair was let down to his shoulder. He combed his hair with his hand and it felt like he was trying to seduce me.

“I am sorry, your highness” I bowed with emotions surging through me. Emotions I could not describe. I could not tell if it was of fear or of anger. It felt like a touch of both. He sighed and pointed at the dress on the bed. Our bed.

“Try this on” He said, more like an order. It was my wedding dress. It was so beautiful! I smiled at it. Just like he read my mind, he added “I want the best for my future Queen. I want you to look exquisite and ravishing, I don’t want no competitors with you. I want my woman to stand out” It sounded like he memorized the word as he showed no iota of emotions. Even after knowing this, I could not prevent myself from flushing.

I picked the clothes and was about to change into it but he was still seated there, staring at me. His gaze was fixated on me. For a while, I wondered how he didn’t get the message. He was supposed to give me some privacy.

“What’s the problem? Do you need help with anything? Is it the zipper? All you should have done was ask and I could have helped you with it” He stood up and almost walked towards me.

“No!” I shouted almost immediately leaving a strong impact of shock on us both. Even I was shocked at my action. It was an involuntary action and I could not stop it so…

“I will be back shortly. I need to get something” He turned to leave.

A part of me didn’t want him to go.

You could send the guards. My heart yearned to say but remembering I had to change, I changed my thoughts.

“Pheww” I exhaled as he left. The weather was so cool but staying in the room with him sent down a new form of heat into every part of my body.

I hurriedly changed into the dress. I was careful with it as it was a little bit tight. It was so beautiful and I would love to wear it. Any woman would love to wear it though. There was just this difference and uniqueness in it that would make anyone fall in love with it.

I waited for him for a while and tried to endure the pain the cloth caused me. I decided to take a look of the palace from the Prince's room. Every part of it was beautiful and then, my eyes fell on the garden.

What a beauty to behold! It was a beauty to behold not until I saw my Prince with a woman, deeply kissing her like it was his last kiss. He did not care if anyone was looking at him or not, he kissed her violently like his life depended on it. Although I could not see her face, I knew it was the same girl from the morning. The one he was making out with.

I felt shattered. I felt broken. Here I was waiting for my Prince Charming and there he was, romancing another lady. Not even one with dignity, a common maid. Was I that bad for him to see? I sat on the bed with tears gently rolling from my eyes.

At this point, I was confused. I didn’t know if to love mother for sending me to the royal family to enjoy the good sided of life or hate her for sending me to a man whom I did not love. It was so painful. Just then, the door opened. I hurriedly wiped off my face because I did not want anyone knowing about it.

“Wow, the dress looks so good on you. You will be the talk of the town. You look so beautiful in it” He smiled.

“I can’t wear it. It is too tight” I explained, hiding the pain I felt. I could not tell if it was the pain from the cloth or the pain from the sight I beheld.

“Well, I don’t care. All that matters is you put on that dress “He sat on the bed.

“I can’t wear this, it is too t-i-g-h-t” I stressed so he could hear me right, perhaps he did not hear me the last time.

“Like I said, you need to look different, I don’t know how but you must wear the dress or nothing else” He paused. “Dinner is a short time from now. You would like to freshen up, won't you?” He smiled.

I froze on the spot. Those words made me froze. Was that how inconsiderate he was? All for his own selfish interest, I should wear a very tight fitted dress? But then, his smile defrost my frozen heart. How could he be so cute?

Mother, I hate you.

“Yes” I answered, frowning my face, at least he could see the anger on my face.

“Good. You could go first” He smiled.

“Maids!” He clapped his hands and immediately, about four of them rushed in.

“They will wash you” He smiled at me.

“Never mind, I can do that on my own” I maintained my frown.

“It is an order not a request” He frowned.

“Alright” I hurriedly picked my towel and dashed into the washroom. They walked in after me. I was certain all doors were locked and there was no way for him to come in before I allowed them to wash me. I enjoyed every bit of it and again, my soul blessed my mother for sending me to such a good place. They were careful in washing my skin like it was some fragile egg that could get broken.

“Your highness, you can come out now” One of the maids smiled at me.

“Thank you” I smiled back and got into the towel. I felt like a child as I was being pampered. They took me back to the room but fortunately, Prince Tristan wasn't there.

“Would you like a warm massage?” One of the maids asked.

“Of course, I wouldn’t mind” I smiled. I haven’t gotten a massage in a long time. Her hands were so soft as she massaged me. That was the best massage I had ever received. After the massage, they brought in a hanger of clothes.

“What would you like to wear? “ Another maid questioned.

“I would like the one in purple” Tristan answered, walking in.

Wow! Really? I can't even get the chance to pick what I want? Is this some sort of b*****e? I thought.

“Your Highness, your bath water is ready” One of the maids smiled at the Prince.

“Oh really? Thank you” He smiled at her and she smiled too. Right in front of everyone, he took off his clothes. I turned my face quickly to the other side. The maids however looked unconcerned as they continued.

“Diana, Wendy, come with me” He ordered as he covered the lower part of his body with a towel and proceeded to the bathroom.

“Would they bath him too?” I questioned the other two maids who were busy dressing me.

“Yes, your highness” They bowed. For a reason I don’t know, jealousy welled up in me. I did not like the fact that another woman would get to see him in the state of nature. Not just one but two!

I kept mute as the maids did all they could to make sure I look so good for the dinner. He walked out from the bathroom with the maids too and another hanger of clothes was drawn out too for him to make his choice.

“I love this” I pointed at a cloth. I quickly closed my mouth, I felt like slapping myself for speaking without reasoning.

“This is it, then” He pointed at the cloth I chose. “If my woman wants it, then I have no other option but to go for it” He announced.

Wait! What! I blushed so hard that the maids noticed. I could not believe Tristan was going to wear my choice of cloth. After dressing, he took a final look at himself in the mirror and then, a look at me. With a look of satisfaction he stretched his hands to me.

“Shall we?” He smiled. I smiled too and took his hands. I was nervous because I was going to meet every member of the royal family. What if his father or sister doesn’t like me? What if I failed in something? Fear gripped my heart.