The Human Bride

Chapter 17

Natasha looked a Theodus. To everyone else he looked composed and calm but she knew. His emotions were all over the place. He was nervous and angry. She offered him a small smile in a hope that it would help calm him. Natasha had known the man since he was a newborn babe and knew if he felt angry, upset or cornered be would lash out and that’s the last thing that she wanted. The men sat down in there seats. Ragnar took the one opposite Soren. Before Theodus sat down he removed his black suit jacket and laid it on the back of the chair opposite Natasha. He sat down and just stared at her with a unfazed look. Truth be told Theodus was try so hard not to look at Rosalind. However, Rosalind couldn’t stop looking at him. She took in all of the details about his face. His long dark hair tied back in a high ponytail, his creamy pale skin that has the shadow of dark stubble coming through on his sharp jaw line and high cheek bones, his dark blue eyes seamed to pierce through Natasha soul, his long alluring nose matured his face, and his full lips were pulled into a straight line and his brows were lowered slightly in a frown.

“What do you want Natasha?” Theodus grumbled. Natasha looked at him then at Rosalind who what staring at her hands, fiddling with her fingers.

“Theodus, this is for Rosalind not for you” Natasha said so matter of factly. Theodus just glared at Natasha “Rosalind will stay here until she is sixteen years old, then we will come to the palace of which you will begin your courtship which will last until she is eighteen then you will get married. During this courtship and there forth you are to not touch another women” Theodus just nodded, he understood Natasha’s need for this “Rosalind” Natasha said looking at the young girl who gently looked up at the older women curiously “you will have to complete all your study’s and will learn a minimum of two languages and learn all of the court dances and how to be proper in public” once Natasha had finished reeling off the list of activities and objectives and Rosalind along with Noah and Soren sat there with eyes wide and mouths gapping open.

“You are not serious, surely?” Rosalind said in exasperation. Natasha just nodded. Mikhail grabbed hold of Rosalinds over the table and gentle squeezed, just like he use to when she woke up for a nightmare when she was younger. Rosalind gave Mikhail a big smile. He smiled back at her. The others around the table just stared at the pair, not sure what to say. Giving them their moment. Theodus didn’t like their bond, nor did he understand it. Even though he didn’t like he didn’t say anything, he just sat there and scowled at the pair.

Ragnar sat in the kitchen alone at the table while Natasha was cooking dinner.

“Does that boy still only drink blood or does he eat solids again” Natasha spoke up with out turning to look at the young wolf. Ragnar almost spat out his tea that he had been sipping. Choking he looked over at the elderly vampire who shot him a look over her shoulders with a smirk and replied

“I think he on pure o neg” Theodus cleared his throat and looked at Natasha and spoke

“I will eat with you tonight” he looked at Rosalind “‘if you will have me” Rosalind just nodded not yet sure if she could trust her voice

A small smile graced his face and he nodded to everyone and left through the door at the back of the kitchen that lead to the outside.

Early that evening Rosalind was bustling around the kitchen with Natasha barking orders to her and Soren who were laying places at the table. Rosalind, who was new at the way upper class people eat was getting increasingly more confused at the cutlery lay out. Soren, looked over at the seeming constant tinging of cutlery over the last five minutes, smiling he walked over to her and put them in order. He explained that when upper class people and royals eat they used their cutlery differently to what she had been use to, that they started with the outer set for the starter and moved inwards with each course. Also the knowledge of the menu for that night was paramount as it was dependent on whether the starter need a spoon or a knife and fork. Once Soren had finish his some what long winded explanation and placed them all in their respective places Rosalind looked absolutely frazzled. Soren laughed at the young girl and patted her on her head

“It’s alright Rosie you’ll get it eventually” she just shot the young man a glare before placing the glasses on the table.

“Soren enough teasing the young girl, Rosie go and change before dinner” Rosalind nodded at Natasha. As she walked passed Soren she pushed the remaining glass that she hadn’t placed at the head of the table into his chest and she left the room. Soren fumbled to catch the glass that Rosalind almost dropped

“What is up with her?” He asked curiously turning to see the door to the dinning room close.

“She’s a young girl who has been thrown into a world she can’t even slightly comprehend” Soren looked to his grandmother who was lighting the candelabras in the middle of the table, his eyebrows furrowed “imagine if you were essentially cuffed to a person who you were raised to think of a the boogy man” the young hybrid nodded in understanding.

Rosalind stood in front of her wardrobe viciously grinding her teeth into her bottom lip. She had no idea what she was supposed to change into. The young girl had only ever had two sets of cloth and they had both looked the same. She was so emerged in her worry that she had almost jumped out of her skin as someone knocked on her door.

“Hey buttercup can I come in?” it was Noah. Rosalind moved to open the door. The first thing that she noticed was Noahs change in clothes he was now wearing a silk button up deep purple shirt that had three buttons at the top undone, at pair of black jeans with silver chains hanging from the belt loops. The second thing she notices was the perfume he had on it was strong smelling but wasn’t to over powering that is made her choke.

“Hey buttercup” he repeated “can I hide out here until dinner?” He asked with a grin on his face

“Why? Can’t you just hang out with Mikhail in your room?” She inquired

“Ah you see I really like this shirt and um well Mikhail really likes me in purple” Rosalind scrunched up her nose but let him in.

“If you are going to invade my privacy you need to help me ‘get ready for dinner’”

“Sure thing flower” Noah moved over to her wardrobe and began pulling out party dresses. He went through most of the suitably dress and found a purple and black dress. The dress was a deep purple with accents of black. It has a sweet heart neckline with full shoulder straps and flared from the waist.

“Here wear this and put this under it” he said pulling out a black petticoat out along with the dress. Rosalind nodded taking the dress she went and changed. A few moments later she emerged

“Could you zip up the back for me pleas?” Noah did as he was requested. As he did there was another nock at the door. Noah approached the door he turned to smile at Rosalind and he then opened the door. Behind the door stood the beast king, Theodus.