Chapter3
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I sat down, one leg crossed over the other, a blank expression on my face as I gripped the goblet of pricey wine between my fingers.
I put my head on my knuckles and swirled my glass, totally unaffected by the people dancing in front of me. Once more, the ball was in full swing, and I was eagerly awaiting its conclusion.
I could have fit hundreds of individuals into the space my eyes could see.
Giggles and laughing filled the air as young men and women gazed longingly or with passion at one another. During these parties, that was the only thing that amused me. It was fascinating how easily I could read people when they were preoccupied and how they were able to hear what they were talking about with a little more focus even if they were unaware that I was observing. You would think that no one would be monitoring so many people in the area. However, nothing ever escapes my eyes. I was and still am always observing and evaluating, as though I was trying to find a solution but never did.
My gaze strayed to the most significant and formidable individuals in all of Greece. Castellanos, King and Queen of the Vasilios Kingdom. An amazing palace, almost like a monument. I was in awe.
Its exterior exquisitely complemented its interior.
Nothing could match its incredible stature. Yes, it's possible that you guessed it. I am the prince, the heir apparent.
I was raised to speak clearly, stand erect, eat healthily, speak multiple languages, and the list goes on and on. I spent a lot of time training day and night to develop my fighting, strategy, and tactics.
As its heir, I was qualified to reign.
I am failing my kingdom and its people in one area, even though I love them, the thought of this just keeps replaying in my head.
I have to marry a woman who is my rank or equal and who can handle the challenges that come with the job in order to become King.
My partner, Syntrofos.
I've traversed the world, lived for thousands of years, and encountered a great number of ladies. I've slept with all of them, but none of them quite lived up to the expectations of what a partner should be.
Far from being my Queen at all.
It was something I could never quite fathom, although finding such a creature was incredibly simple for regular werewolves.
Due to the fact that our lineages are different from theirs, it has always been simple for them. With just a quick look, they were able to locate the people they would spend the rest of their lives with.
I had a range of feelings when I saw other people who were similar to me and we're extremely fortunate to have found their Syntrofos, which made me lose hope in ever finding a love like that. Watching soulmates make love to one another right in front of my eyes made me feel humiliated. Open displays of affection were common among our people, but I found them repulsive.
I was staring at my parents once more.
Goddess, I lost all faith that I would ever discover the woman who would be a perfect fit for me in terms of mind, body, and soul just by gazing at them.
Their union was scheduled from the start. My mother was soon married to my father's father, who I have never met and who passed away in ancient times. She was descended from a lesser Greek kingdom's royal family. Because my grandfather was so old in the Lycan age, their betrothal was set in action from the time of their childhood.
All of it was a farce, and I hated it.
It makes sense that no woman of that kind has ever met me; I was born into an untrue marriage.
Would I go in their direction? Not able to choose the individual I want chosen for me? Was it impossible for me or someone else to love?
Oh Goddess of all Lycanthropes, I ask you, what has robbed me?
I slammed back the last of my drink and dragged my eyes away from both of them. The man who was waiting with the wine bottle in hand snapped my fingers at me, and just like that, he came over to fill my cup. When it was full, he bent and returned to his position.
I tossed it back again, not even looking up at him as the heat coursed through my throat.
"If I were you, your Highness, I would slow down," a voice said, startling me out of my reverie.
I dragged my gaze around to the guy I had given my life to, saying, "Astro, I'll slow down when I feel like it."His mouth pursed in a smile, "just looking out for our future King." I tried my hardest to look as annoyed as possible at him.
With a small laugh, he said, "I'm sorry, my dear friend."
He calls me a friend. Rather akin to a brother.
This man has been by my side for ages, a faithful companion since our early years. Just as I would do for him, he would die for me.
"So, what's eating you brother, because that look on your face is making the guests wary," he says.
A curious eyebrow lifts, "What look?"
With his shoulders trembling with amusement, he merely shakes his head and asks, "That look, you know, the one that you give when you want to murder something, or Someone?"
I turn to face the crowd and notice that a few visitors are staring at me; however, they quickly avert their eyes from my sight.
I sigh while sitting up straight, attempting not to appear as though I want to harm someone or something. "You know I hate these parties, you of all people know why."
"The old 'I'll never find a mate and have to settle for a loveless marriage and end up like my parents' idea again?" he asks, placing a gentle, consoling hand on my shoulder as he stares ahead.
"Precisely that idea." I made a point.
"Love is a difficult subject, my friend. He jokes, "It's not as easy as the women who fall into your sheets."
I snarl softly, "You believe that Astro is making this joke? Are you not meant to lift my spirits?"
With a devilish smile, he asks, "Am I wrong?
You're correct, dear Prince, but it's not really that easy. Despite your advanced age, you belong to the generation that many ordinary people, including common werewolves, find their equals and spend the rest of their lives with. Have patience. She will arrive at some point.
I let out a long moan. However, she's taking Astro for f*cking ever. My Lycan has been agitated lately and feels the need to mark anything that moves and has two legs." His expression is one of annoyance at my crude remarks, as he glances at me.
"Pardon my impoliteness. I don't know how many more centuries I can wait for, and the Lycan women here are pretty enough."
"Well, here's your chance."
I turn my head away from him, perplexed, and then I see who he's talking about—one of the most obnoxious women.
The woman I detest.
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