"He hurt me, so I hurt him." I said shaking the cuffs off my hands in my room. Katara handed me a towel and moved us into the bathroom.
"It was a bad idea, tomorrow you have to have dinner with him. You don't even know the proper mannerisms and educate." She started the bath and I sighed pushing myself up on the counter.
"So?"
"So, I know why he is having dinner, anytime you mess up he'll kill on of your people." Katara said leaning against the rim of the tub. "You're not the first person he's had to break." This caught my attention, his little games have no end.
"Teach me then, please." She sighed at me and looked to the ground. Thinking about what to say, I couldn't let innocent people die. I would have to deal with Theo if I wanted my pack to live, I was fine with that price.
"Fine, but you will listen to everything," she looked at me with a stern face. I nodded and proceeded to shed my clothes and bathe myself.
The training wasn't what I would call fun. I had gone to bed after my bath and was adept to a rude awaking, which contained of Katara shining the sun in my face. "Get up, we have to get you dressed, first we will work on walking and posture. Then what to say and not to say. Your responses because you seem to have troubles with that. Then how you eat... which needs a lot of work." As she slightly insulted me she took a long dress out of the closet (See above). "This is your practice dress."
"It's...nice." I commented shoving myself out of bed. "What do you mean my eating needs a lot of work?" I asked taking the dress from her hands.
"Maven, I've seen you eat from the kitchen. It's terrible. Now go put the dress on." She shoved me in the bathroom I gave her a small smile. Sighing I brushed my teeth and pulled the dress on. It had a corset attached so I went to get her help.
I think corsets are made from the depths of hell. They are right and unfitting. But once I told Katara of what I thought of them she pulled mine tighter to shut me up. Then told me I would have to wear them everyday once I was queen.
Katara led me around the castle having me repeat various things which took hours. It was exhausting, the heels she gave me were huge the books stacked on my head hurt. And I could barely breathe from the corset. As punishment for messing up a good whack from her would get me going again. As we worked on posture I stared in awe at her dark skin and then yellow dress she was wearing. God she was beautiful. Her dark chocolate eyes held so much emotion, and her hair was curly in an Afro but pulled back so it was kept out of her ace.
Once we went up the large staircase for the 5th time I was panting. "You're finished. We need to go get you ready."
I looked at her my hair in my face. I was doubled over and me knees were shaking. I slipped off my heels and followed her down the hallways to my room still memorizing as we walked.
She had taken me to the bathroom and pulled various products out. I sat in a chair forever making small talk and she painted my face. Giving me flawless winged eyeliner with highlights that could kill the lord.
She put my hair in little curlers and then led me to the closet and pulled out a beautiful gown with charming shoes to go with it, the heels not as long as the first pair.
"This is the dress a queen wears, show him you are a queen." She reaches up to my hair and pulled the curlers out in a fair swoop and my hair came tumbling down around me. She helped me slip into the dress and I looked at myself in the mirror. I had never looked this beautiful. I had never worn a dress so pretty.
I took a slow breath as I readied myself. Katara led me down the staircase and more halls I didn't know. We reached two grand doors and she kissed my hand outside. Wishing me luck. I hugged her saying thank you then turned to the doors.
Holding my head high I opened the knob and walked in the dress flowing behind me. The room was big and it held an eight person table and sitting at one end was Theo. He wore a round golden crown on his head and was in an all black tux. I looked at him, he stared back at me his eyes searching every bit of my body that was for show. My curves and the bare skin, my burn and small cleavage that was exposed. I remember what Katara had told me and gave a small smile before bowing. "My king," I addressed him, my voice stiff.
"Katara taught you well," he said standing up and walking over to me. He grabbed my hand and placed it in his taking my elbow in his he walked me to a smaller door.
"Of course she did sire," I thank him as he opened the door to me. It led to a smaller room. With a small white table which held candles and glasses of wine. He ushered me to my seat then took his.
The small talk wasn't pleasant, I had no clue what to say though. He was being nice and I didn't know what to do. I wasn't trained for this. I reached for a glass of wine but his hand grabbed my wrist. "You're underage." He said his voice dark.
"Are you kidding me? It's wine, I have 2 years till it's fine." I said appalled by his reaction.
"The wine is for the adults sweetheart," he gave me a smile before taking a sip of his.
"So you put it there to taunt me?"
"Something like that."
At some point though the niceness turned to sour.
"You are just like your father, an insufferable imposter, who for some reason thinks they are the best," he said to me. His eyes stared at mine and although I tried to hold back I couldn't.
"At least I'm not some whore who can't raise an army." Click. I looked in his hands, there was a counter. Like they used to use in baseball to count the pitches. 1 had appeared on the small device and I knew what he was doing. Every time I messed up someone died. This made me more angry, he thought this was a game!? "You're a monster," I said holding my spoon in a fist. Click.
I sighed trying to regain my composure. This wasn't funny. "You know I heard a lot about you and your pack. How you are the weakest." He started matter of factly.
"Well at least in my pack you were seen as a crying baby overreacting.'Mommy and Daddy won't buy my a bicycle'" I faked whined making fun of him. Click. Okay Maven, keep the comments out. You are a Queen.
"What was it about your brother, his mate? Wasn't she somewhat of a whore. He must be a shame to your family." I looked at Theo's face, a small grin had appeared.
"At least he was an actual leader." Click. God damnit Maven, what did I say. He will keep attacking you until everyone is dead. I put a spoonful of soup in my mouth ready for his next comment so I have time to swallow and think before I speak.
"You look better without makeup,"
"You look better without clothes." I looked him in the eye as I said it. I was expecting a Click, but the film held silence. Suddenly the table flipped over and his lips were on mine.
His lips were rough, but still felt so god damn good. They smoothly connected to mine like puzzle pieces. Tingles filled my body, everywhere we touched was on fire. I moaned into his mouth, giving his tongue a chance to enter mine. His hands found the back of my neck and mine rose to his shoulders. My chest pushed against his, my breasts squished out of my dress even more. I felt heat at my core, Something I've never felt before. I squeezed my legs together trying to act unfazed by it. I pulled away leaning my forehead on his shoulder. I couldn't think straight, what was this man doing to me.
"What happened to your wife?" I whispered barely loud enough for him to hear. His hands tensed on my back and waist. I gulped knowing it was a poor question to ask but I couldn't get it out of my head.
"Amelia," his voice was rough and husky, I could see it hurt him to talk about it." Was human, she still fell in love with me. Rouges were attacking the kingdom, too many. We were weak then. They had broken into the castle, and they were to torture and kill her. A terrible way to go." I listened but shoved my face in his chest. His hand was placed on the back of my head, his back pressed against the wall. I breathed in smelling him, it was intoxicating, his scent was a mixture of new rain on grass, the smoke of a campfire, and pine. It brought back memories, of my childhood and I couldn't get enough.
"I had barricaded the door and was with her holding her in my arms. She was 5 months pregnant with our child. She cried in my arms and I could hear them tearing down the doors. So I had grabbed the gun from the drawer. As I laid her on the bed I was forced to shoot her. She left silently the bullet removing the sound she had made. I couldn't let her fall to the rouges. I did the best I could."
I felt warm tears down my cheeks, this is what I had worried that he did. I pushed him away from me but he held me to him. "Let me go!" I screamed, my words were in incoherent. I shoved myself away his arms giving out.
"Maven please," his voice was soft, as he tried to comfort me. I stepped away from him. This monster was my mate, he had killed his wife and child. My butt hit my chair and I fell to the floor grabbing a knife. I covered my mouth with one had as I sobbed into it.
"Stay away from me you monster!" I screamed at him, he took a step back. His face falling, broke my heart even more. I do dearly wanted to run to him and hug him to tell him it was all okay.
"Maven."
He took quick steps over to me as I laid in the ground sobbing. His arms around me brought comfort and pain. He grabbed my hands finding the silver eating knife in my fist. He looked at it then looked up at the ceiling. I could see a tear fall from his cheek and he grabbed the knife from me to place it on the table.
He couldn't look at me as he picked me up. He stared straight ahead as he carried me to my room. "Theo please," I begged. I couldn't have him blocking me out again. I couldn't live without him anymore but I couldn't bare to love him. "Theo I need you." I reached to his face cupping his cheek in my hands feeling his neck, I tried to push him to face me but he ignored my hands.
"Please, I can't do this anymore." I sobbed gripping on to him as he tried to lay me on my bed. I couldn't let him go. He pried my hands off his clothing and left me on my bed sobbing curled
In a ball. My heart was in agony, my body was on fire. I couldn't breathe or think I laid on the bed and cried.