The Alpha Queen

Chapter 3

The King and his son continue their conversation, even as they leave. Lady Sheibouf gets into the palace and reaches the entrance of the prince's room, she opens the door and wheels him in. Immediately they get in, Prince Farrel gets up from the chair and angrily hits the scarlet-colored wall, causing a severe crack and loud noise, Lady Sheibouf on the other hand quickly closes the door and locks it, not wanting anyone to see the prince on his feet. "Did you see that? Did you see what he did to me?" He asks angrily "I know, I know. Calm down Prince Farrel, I'm so proud of you for being able to control your anger and not react" she replies "We have to end this now or at least, soon" he says with a deep exhale she smiles walks up to him and cries out "We will but for, now we have to play dumb until we figure that out". Meanwhile, at Wriggs's shop, Isabel works on the stitches hurrying to get it done on time, her stepfather is right around the corner of the room. How's it going, Isabel?" Mr. Wriggs asks "I'm almost done with it, I'm into the fourth". "I'm so excited Dad!" Rekka exclaims upon setting foot in the shop, running straight to her father. "Why? What happened?" He asks "They found a mate for me and you wouldn't believe who it is!" "Who?" Isabel asks with a gentle smile but Rekka gives her an unfriendly glance and turns to her father "One of the princes at the royal palace" she utters loudly and with great pride "Wow, that's amazing!" "Congratulations sweetie!" He replies as he hugs her tightly, delighted by the news "I'm so happy for you!" "Thanks, Dad" she responds, holding him tight "Congratulations sis!" Isabel offers but gets snubbed by Rekka once more. "This is a dream come true for you" Mr Wriggs's voice marbles across the room "I know right? I was so excited when matchmaker told me, look at this, she shows him the card "Rekka Wriggs to Prince Farrell" she says excitedly "And the matchmaker's still waiting outside, he was asking to see you, Dad!" "Well I know what he wants to ask" he comments looking at Isabel "He wants to know if any other female needs to be matched" he adds still looking at her, longing for her approval for finding a mate for her. Isabel on the other hand, feels the need to agree to make him happy and so nods in agreement even as Mr Wriggs excitedly writes her name on a piece of paper and takes it outside, leaving her and Rekka alone in the shop. "Congratulations again!" Isabel rejoins "Hmm, you know I expected it though, knowing how beautiful I am, I figured I'd get a very rich and elegant mate, and now look at that, I got a prince, can't wait to get married and start living in the castle". She comments walking around the room, Isabel only smiles and gets back to her stitching "But don't worry Isabel, I'm sure they'll get a good match for you. Maybe a farmer or a fisher" she adds with a laugh. However, Isabel remains calm, "The princes will be coming to take the tributes for the king's birthday and today, so I'm sure you'll get the chance to see him and maybe even talk to him" "Yes indeed, but what's there to see, he's a prince. I'm sure he's perfect and I'll make sure I talk to him during the collection". "Speaking of the collection, Isabel I'm going to need you to go with Rekka to the sanctuary" Mr Wrigg's voice marbles as he walks back into the room. "But how about the stitches?" Isabel asks "Don't worry about them, I'll finish them up" he says showing Isabel and Rekka the tributes they are to carry. "You both take them and offer them at the sanctuary". "Isn't this too much? It's more than 60% of what we make in a year?" Isabel asks "Strict instructions from the king himself, if we go below that, he could have our shop burnt down" he replies "But…" "Don't worry about all that detail Isabel, just take it. At least we won't have to face king's wrath" he says not wanting to drag the issue on and on "Okay!" she replies as she and Rekka take the tribute away. Prince Farrel is dressed in a scarlet royal suit as he is rolled out on his wheelchair towards the horse carriage. Prince Haywick stands just outside waiting for him. Farrel's face seems gloomy, Prince Haywick however is filled with smiles "You made it, come on let's go," he says. Prince Farrel is carried and put in the carriage and his chair is carried by a guard even as they begin on their journey. The princes are in an elegantly designed carriage while two others escort it, in front and behind. There's a dead silence in the carriage, Farrel looks through the window staring at the environment as they ride. "Come on cousin, lighten up!" Haywick teases but Farrel returns the gesture with only a glance at him. "Remember when we were kids? The little adventures we used to go on. We were best of friends, until…." "Until your father trained me to be a ruthless werewolf, to help him fight in a war and later broke my spine because of how strong I was becoming after helping him ascend to the throne" Prince Farrel replies in a relatively low tone "Come on now Farrel, if you were a king and one of your protegee was getting so strong that they could overthrow you, wouldn't you have done something?" Haywick asks " I was only eighteen years old " "But old enough to become a king" Haywick counters. "And why didn't you fight in the war? Why didn't you fight and train beside me? We were both the same age, and he protected his son but saw me as an expendable piece tool"