King's Royal Order

s the colors range from lilac to the softest orange so could ever imagine. From here, I can see the quite big nearby village, one where the c

y of a tea room, one of the many rooms located on this single tower, holding a massive balcony

the grand rooms, the most important to the simplest. To say the l

he's left me to my space, my person bubble, but that doesn't stop his eyes. We don't move, I awaiting for hi

little extra roaming on my own wouldn't be too bad. But what is he going to do with me? Is he

e side as those golden eyes look deep into mine, reading me

r him to catch on as he follows, a smug look upon his face. Of course he would l

nst mine, his lips dangerously near mine as he bends down to my size, his arms locking me in a

ere, Steven's eyes flash through my mind, hate and sadness taking over my heart and wolf.

f losing her mate, as can I. "Why? Why are you doing this? It makes no sense! We both have mates. Although I was rejected I h

e King, to a man who could have me hanged before the sun disappears. I instantly kneel, bowing my head in respect as my heart

ng through my locks as he does a tisking noise. "Lyr

meet those eyes, something tells me his explanation will be one to dread her press on for. He brings me to my feet, pulling me from the balcony and back into the massive sitting room used for tea or reading,

set of stairs I still have yet to see. As we make our way out of the sight of the sitting room, I'm pushed against the w

t seems inappropriate for a rogue who does not know you not is a noble or royal to call you by your first name.

ve expressed that twice by now direct

say I am his. He wants me to fall into that trap. Who knows what the wording of that sentence, once spoken, could land me. I've heard much of the King, ho

a hint of defeat pass through his eyes. I'm not as nieve of th

pulled by my hair, my neck on full display as a pair of canines glaze over the skin. I'm scared to death, yet at the same time,

g in the darkness as I wonder what my parents will think when t

Lyra is shown to her chambe

ts the King. Her head bows immediately as I see her to be a maid, dressed in a simple black skirt and white butt

with every step, how the muscles flex, making me feel pervert

lished or dusted by maids, the chandeliers reached by laters, and the tall and narrow windows reaching the ceiling being cleaned as

of the four towers that house people, this one being the most elaborate. Marisa explains that the King's room is in the North Wing

e?" She gives me an odd look

my back pocket, only, as I slide my hand in, I find my phon

w..." I trace off, watchin

a set of cherry wooden stairs, the walls

ne. "Did you bring clothes, other than these?" I shake my head. The King basically dragged me with him and threw m

re me, tall and thick wood, carvings of leaves alon

et with pastel green and silver designs, nearly ten puffy pillows with one bearing the crest of the palace, a marble fireplace by a lounging chair of golden velvet, and another set of chairs

as long as the maid thinks...does he? He's in no need of me really, even if for what he says, he couldn't want me. I was rejected by my mate for crying out loud, that means your ma

e and the closet is on the other side, wondering how I'm to dress when it's time for dinner or when I sleep. Bas