Lycan King’s Nemesis

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Heading back to my room-my new room- I tossed off every iota of dress on me, flung them in the hamper and went to sprawl on the sofa in exhaustion. Mental exhaustion. From all the stress I’ve been through today.

My mind was like a windmill spinning wildly in contemplation of what I am going to do. It contributed to the migraine that rocked my head, making me wince. I looked towards the door as I heard a sound of fast footsteps that soon walked past. It must be Kora.

Sadly, I don’t feel like going to tell her I won’t be staying in that room until my mental state feel up to it again. Particularly not after what I saw downstairs. Even after our fight earlier, Ashton didn’t try to emancipate himself before me.

I huffed and stood, going to the bathroom.

The next time I came out-like the cold water had worked a severe magic on me-I suddenly knew what I was going to do.

Flinging the closet doors open, I scanned my eyes through the few dresses hanging there, picked out a black long gown and dropped on the bed hence I opened the drawers to pick out a red thong and bralette which I hastily wore.

Done, I went to the window and looked outside. Dusk was fast approaching and the birds had begun gliding their way back to their different nests wherever they may be.

I looked back at the wall clock. 5:54. Then back outside at the sky. The weather was dull this evening. I hope it doesn’t rain as that would ruin my plans for the night.

Tossing the curtains back closed, I made my way back to the vanity table and picked up the only comb I saw lying there. It was too small to endure a hair as massive as mine. But, I will manage. Whoever might have used this room before must have had a thinned hair.

Thoughts of that had my eyes scaling around the enclosure through the mirror. So much I don’t know about this place. I will do well to ask Abby later on.

Talking about her_

“Your highness?” Kora’s tiny voice squeaked from outside the door. I rolled my eyes. How did she know I’m in here?

“Come in, Kora.” I moved away from the mirror after securing my tresses with a black bunny hair pack.

The door hissed close as she came in. “Your Highness. Why are you here?” There was an obvious note of wonder in her vocals.

“Because, henceforth, this would be my room, Kora.” I rummaged around the room with my eyes-not in search of anything in particular, just to avoid meeting her eyes. “How did you know I was here?”

“Your scent,” She admitted. “It unconcealable. I was worried that you weren’t back yet when I checked you in the former room, when I came outside the door, your scent hit me and I followed it here.”

“Oh…”

“Are you alright?” For a notch, I was spooked by her question. Not because she is wrong in asking but because Kora is the least person who I expect such a query from.

I have gotten used to her standoffish behaviour towards me. As far I am concerned, our relationship was strictly one of servant and mistress. So, this is new.

Albeit, I forced on a small smile and bobbed, finally finding the courage to look at her. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to clear my head a bit.”

Her forehead creased with worry as she sighed and came closer. I knew she had more to say. “I know you might think I don’t care, or that I don’t like you based on our past,” she was looking down as she spoke. “However, you are wrong. I told you before and I will say it again, I care about you. I know you hurt from everything the King does… and I know I shouldn’t poke nose.” She hurriedly added. “I just hope someday you will find happiness here with us, your highness.”

This might not concern her. In fact, where I come from, an Omega won’t dare speak to her Luna in that fashion unless they had a cordial relationship. Nonetheless, I was moved by her words.

I nodded slowly. “Thank you, Kora. This means a lot to me.”

“You are welcome.” She was about to twist around and as though something occurred to her, she paused and pivoted back. “The Princess looked for you before. I told her you might have proceeded for training and she left. Maybe you should check on her.”

“I will, Kora. Thank you.”

She hastened to the door and opened it before something important flicked through my mind. I called out to her. “Kora, can you do me a favour?”

She looked back eagerly. “Anything, your highness.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Will you help me provide a hooded dress?”

A dark shadow flitted past her face to show her perplexity which she rapidly masked and bounced her shoulders. “Okay. I will bring it up in no time.” She left.

I paced about the room as I waited. I thought of going to visit Abby to ask her if she visited the arena today. With the games coming up, and the attack, it seemed more like a clash of interests. And that’s not good.

I decided against it. I will see her by tomorrow.

It wasn’t long, there was a single knock and Kora came in with a bundle which she handed me. There was still that question in her eyes. I smiled my thanks.

I went to deposit it in the wardrobe and faced her. “That will be all for tonight, Kora. I will sleep in tonight and won’t make it for dinner. Pass that to the King in case he sought me.”

“Yea, your highness,” she bowed and shared a look of understanding with me before she left.

Soonest, darkness covered. I grabbed the hoody and wore over my black gown and used the hood to cover my head, making sure every part of me that could easily give me away was concealed, then, I left my room.

I knew the palace well now, including the back doors and it came in handy tonight. Instead of using the front door and risking meeting the nosy butler, I found my steps through the back doors which led me straight to the palace stables.

By this time all the stable hands had retired to their quarters.

I wasn’t good with horses, neither was I that bad at them. They skittered about and made way for me as I approached, roaming my eyes until it landed on a black one I knew I could manage. Even if it flings me, hopefully, I won’t die.

I guided it out, whispering sweet words of gentleness, including bribing it with an apple I grabbed from my room. “You will be a good boy, yeah?”

It neighs in response. Good boy.

I struggled to mount and succeeded. And made my way out.

I hope this works out.

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