The Royal Family
1083 Words
*knock, Knock*
"Arya, Its me!" My aunt Josie shouted through the door.
I sat up with a start, realizing I must have overslept.
Jumping out of bed I sprinted to the door, opening it to see Josie smiling back at me.
"I see you were enjoying the comforts of those cotton sheets." she chuckled.
"Cotton? Those sheets feel like they are made from a cloud" I sighed, missing the comforts of the bed already.
"You'll have more time to sleep later. Let's get you ready to meet the royal family."
Luckily, I had done my hair prior to falling asleep. My natural lose curls falling on my lower back.
I added a thin line of eyeliner to each eye, and a light pink lip tint.
Josie had gone to the closet to pull out the dress. It was elegant but still looked comfortable. The dress itself was an A-line Tea-Length Chiffon Satin dress. The top was off white and the skirt a blush pink color.
"Its beautiful" I said, my mouth gaping open at the sight of it.
"I cant accept this" I tell her, just imagining the cost of it.
"You can and you will. This is the royal Family you are meeting. You need to present yourself appropriately." She said in a stern voice.
"Plus the mateless prince will be there" I hear her mumble almost as a whisper.
"What was that aunt Josie?" I ask with an arched eyebrow.
"Oh nothing dear, just that you will look lovely" A big smile plastered on her face and a knowing gleam in her eye.
I let out a giggle at her. Although I was newly single, it had not been even 48 hours. As much as I would love to find my mate, the likelihood of it being the prince himself was slim.
Especially with me being wolfless.
I finished getting ready, pulling on the pair of white strapped pumps my aunt provided. Before following her out of the room and down the hall.
My aunt walked in front of me leading the way to the staircase, when I heard the sound of giggling to my right.
That side of the hallway was dark but with the squint of my eyes I could make out two figures locked in a heated kiss.
The woman's legs were wrapped around him, as he had her pinned against the wall.
No longer wanting to invade on what should be a private moment. I started to walk away.
A deep seductive laugh radiates from the dark hallway, causing me to stop in my tracks.
The sound of it causes my heart rate to increase and my mouth to go dry.
A pain tugging at my chest.
"are you alright dear?" My aunt asked, finally noticing I had stopped a few paces behind her.
"Yes...... I'm fine" I said, trying to even convince myself.
I walked behind her, not remembering the turns we took, the mans laugh playing over and over in my head.
Before I knew it, we had reached the entrance to the thrown room. I shook off whatever I was feeling, taking a deep breath to calm my ever growing nerves.
The doors opened, allowing us passage. I walked down the aisle, the beautiful ornamated columns lining the sides. King Richard was listening to something Queen Henrietta was discussing with a lot of interest. A deep frown plastered on his face, he looked away from her and sat up straight on his thrown at our arrival.
Queen Henrietta gave him a look signaling their conversation wasn't over.
As we got to the end of the aisles, we bowed our heads to the royal couple.
The queen was the first to speak, cutting her husband off before he had the chance.
"Ah you must be Arya, Josie has told us a lot about you. Such a shame what happened to you", She says solemnly.
A pain tugs at my heart, at the reminder.
"It is a pleasure to meet you both, King Richard and Queen Henrietta" I smile at her. Hoping to move the topic away.
"I wanted to thank you for providing me with sanctuary and allowing me to stay with my aunt"
"Yes, unfortunate circumstances have brought you here, but we are willing to welcome you into our pack. That is if you are willing" The king states.
"I.... you.. You want to accept me into your pack?" I asked, confusion written on my face.
I hadnt planned on joining a pack so soon. Plus, the guard at the gate had made it seem like the king would never provide this kind of opportunity to a Rogue.
"Are you willing?" The king stated again.
"Yes, my king. Yes I am willing", I blurt out.
"Good then we shall hold the ceremony to formally accept you into the pack. You are 19 correct?" He asks.
"No sir, I am only 18 but will be turning 19 in three months." I replied back, curious as to why my age would matter.
The Queen jumped in noticing my demeanor.
"We do things differently in the Lycan kingdom, dear. We do not hold ceremonies till the wolf is 19. As Lycans aren't able to recognize their mates until then. This saves us from unnecessary ceremonies if the wolf was to find their mate outside of the kingdom. Most ceremonies can be painful for a wolf, as I'm sure you've experienced," she explains.
"I haven't experienced any pain from the ceremonies, my queen, I think it is to do with me being wolfless." I tell her.
The king looks me over, before speaking directly to my aunt.
"You say she was adopted?"
"Yes, sir. We just learned of it recently actually", she replies.
He nods his head to her appearing to be deep in thought, as the door opens behind us.
A younger man walked in, standing at nearly six and a half feet tall. A button down fitting tightly around his defined muscles, his black hair slightly tousled.
After fixing the button on his cufflink, he raised his piercing blue eyes to scan the room, his jaw clenching at the unfamiliar presence in the room.
He walks up to the king and stands at his side, his eyes meeting mine, a curious smirk playing on his lips.
"This isn't another one of your attempts at match making, is it mother?" He laughs.
The same deep laugh I heard in the hall just moments ago.
The Lycan Prince.
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