The Luna Breeder

The Confrontation

~Ethan POV~

I might have lashed out at the princess earlier, but it was well deserved. The census recorded five hundred deaths, including women and children. That broke my heart, and what broke me more was the familiar faces I saw, lifeless.

Right now, I am walking with Gustov to her chambers. I have little to say about my attitude earlier on and even less to explain about how I concluded that this was her fault. Even Gustov could feel that something was off with me. It's been up to a month since I've been in this palace, and this was the first time the princess has called for me.

Gustov stopped by a short hallway that ended with a door, “Sir,” he directed me with the lamp in his hand, “behave.”

“Is that a warning or an option?” I walked past him and stopped in front of the door, unsure of whether to knock or not.

I cleared my throat, “Princess.”

“Come in,” I heard her say from the other side. I open the door, and the scent of fresh roses hits me first. I see her standing by the window, her back to me, but those robes were going to be the end of me. Short as a phrase, translucent as glass.

I lowered my eyes immediately. She was the villain here, but why was I still so drawn to her? I sat on the bed, my back to her. I rid myself of the idea of having a debate with her that night; if she didn’t see the evil of what happened today, I wasn’t going to show her.

“Are you done brooding?” her voice came, soft as milk. I found myself falling, and the image of her silhouette was printed in my mind.

“What’s it to you?”

She paused. A long pause, I turned to check, and my eyes met hers.

Mistake.

I turn back.

“I wasn’t aware of the arrangement my grandmother made.”

“Oh, save it,” I spat out.

Silence. Only the crackle from the fireplace echoed. I knew she was sorry to me, but what about the dead?

She crept slowly to the bed. The urge to flee from the bed failed me. And now, even to this moment, I hated the fact that I found her dangerously attractive. She was behind me now, and I felt her soft hand on my hair.

“What would you have had us do?” she asked me.

“Start by treating captives as beings and not animals.”

“And?” Her hand caressed my cheek.

“Princess, this is not the time,” I caught her wandering hands as I stood up to face her, her face reflecting the golden light, her blue eyes staring back at me, and her lips slightly parted. I was caving, and I knew it.

“Princess, you have to take these matters seriously. You need to step into the court,” I told her.

I could see she was fighting for the mood to remain the same; that way, she could get the upper hand.

“I will,” she said softly.

That was easy.

Too easy.

“Why?” I ask her, “It can't be because I said so.”

She slipped an arm behind my neck as she drew closer, “Don’t flatter yourself, darling,” she drew circles on my chest, “I’m a princess, and you work for me.”

“I'm trying to help you here, princess. You can overthrow the court if you please.”

“I should add that to my wish list,” she answered seductively.

She wasn’t listening to me, and I was beginning to lose my senses around her. It was becoming harder to say no.

I yanked the rope of her robe and gathered her two hands together behind her.

She didn’t struggle.

“Oh, is this what you're into, Bladestone?” she bit her lip, almost driving me mad.

I managed to keep her hand behind her and fold her robe across her chest firmly.

“Stop it, okay, we need to talk seriously,” I warned her. But it was hilarious to me that a few days ago, all I wanted was to fulfill the deed I was bound to her by blood for. But now, after countless lives, I was feeling like s**t even looking at her like that.

She stared up at me, her eyes widened, and the look she gave me got me. I could feel my inner wolf coming out; I was losing more and more of my consciousness.

“ That’s right,” I could hear her snicker.

I shook my head aggressively, trying to force him down, but it was too late. The world around me went blank.

***

~Ethan’s POV~

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache, my body was sore, and I had never felt like this whenever the wolf came out to play. Beside me, Lyra, god she was beautiful. Her tousled hair, her stainless skin. She looked perfect.

The important question now is what happened. We were both clad, but my body was sore as if beaten to a pulp, and the princess here won't answer my questions. I look around the room for a clue and that’s where I saw it, splattered at the corner of the room.

A wedding band seated at the corner of the room.

My heart froze. This could only mean one thing.

The princess and I must have consummated.