My Three Mates

5

Once again I am staring at my reflection in the mirror, this time to admire all the work that the servants had done. They had dressed me in a dress that was corset-like at the top, and the bottom was gold silk that flowed down towards the floor.

I wore minimal makeup, eyeliner to emphasize my aquamarine eyes, and mascara to highlight my dark lashes, and a thin coat of lip gloss coated my thick lips. Otherwise, I was free of makeup.

My hair was braided away from my face in what they called a fishtail braid. I smiled, pleased with my appearance

I could hear the party downstairs, and I knew many other royal families would be in attendance.

“Stunning,” Andris’ deep but smooth voice calls from behind me. “My little hybrid is certainly beautiful isn’t she?” He asks the servant next to him, smugly, almost as if he is bragging

“Yes, she is my lord.” The servant agrees, then he politely rushes out of the room to attend to the guests downstairs.

Our eyes meet in the mirror, his dark orbs examine me, his eyes trying to take in every single detail. I cough slightly, breaking him out of his trance. Silently, Andris offers me his arm, looping my arm around his own, and I can feel his tense muscles against my skin.

“Have you supplied yourself well?” His voice lowered for only me to hear, and I hum my agreement, shame over that incident burning into me.

Without another word, Andris leads me down the grand marble staircase towards the crowd of people. At that moment, the party seemingly stops, everyone, turning to stare at me, either with pride or jealousy. I feel their eyes on me, judging me, it’s like a deep thorn in my side.

I sneak secretive glances at Andris, and I remember how out of place he looked in that run down neighborhood. Now I understand why Andris belongs here, he was made to be king.

I watch him, his calm appearance, and his head held high.

Some stare at Andris like he is a God, others are too afraid to even look in his direction. A woman walks over confidently, she is beautiful, but nothing out of the ordinary.

“Andris,” she purrs seductively. Part of me knows I should be jealous of the interaction, but I can’t force myself to be. You see, I am not the jealous type.

“Miranda,” Andris says while barely looking at her.

She stares up at him, “Yes?”

“I would like you to meet my mate.”

The words Andris says so casually, affected her. She looks like someone shoved a wooden stake through her heart. Her eyes flash to me, dangerously. I raise one eyebrow as if to say, ‘Do you really want to do that?’

She looks away.

The girl named Miranda excuses herself, “Girlfriend?”

“No… She’s convinced herself that I was her mate, after we….” He paused, looking and waiting for my reaction.

“After you had s*x?”

“Yes”

The words don’t really affect me, saying they did would make me a hypocrite considering I am not a virgin myself.

“Okay,” I say whilst my face is blank.

Andris stares at me in shock, “You’re kidding me right?”

“I’m not exactly a virgin either, plus we didn’t really know each other very well, so it doesn’t matter,” I respond while grabbing a flute of champagne.

“You’re kidding right?”

I look at him, only then I notice the unadulterated fury rolling off of him in waves, that are hitting me repeatedly. His jaw had tightened, and his body was tense.

“What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t respond, “Who?”

“Who, what?”

“Who took your virginity?”

Is he seriously getting mad over this?

“That’s none of your business.”

His face becomes the unemotional mask I am accustomed to. He seems deep in thought before he sighs. “You’re right, I have no right to judge you based on the things that happened in the past. I apologize.” He stares at me unemotionally. I blink.

“It’s fine,” I say, watching him calmly He mutters a soft goodbye before retreating into the crowd of people.

I sigh. Men and their jealousy. I feel strangely alone at this party, since Andris left. Someone taps my shoulder, causing another set of sparks to run down my arm. Turning around, I am met with a handsome blonde man. I stare at him uncomfortably long.

This man is utterly gorgeous. He has the palest blue eyes with a hint of a silver ring around them, and thick, dark eyelashes surround them, making them stand out even more. Pale skin, that seems to be surrounded with an unearthly glow.

Whilst Andris looks sort of rugged, this man looks more gentle. My heart races uncontrollably fast, as he stares at me in awe.

“Mate?”