Christophe's P.O.V
I look at the pained expression written clearly on Cassius' face as he notices what I had done with the wretched Eastern filth. His insolent mouth could not go unpunished. He openly threatened us all. He deserved every last bit of what had been inflicted upon him.
Cassius' mouth opens and closes just as silently before turning towards me with a glare that could boil any man's blood but mine. I give him a lofty smile in return, even a wave. He doesn't frighten me. I know who he truly is.
My dear sweet cousin. My how the mighty can fall.
I knew it was only a matter of time before he would slip and become the disappointment I always known him to be. His brother was better suited for the throne. Everyone in this kingdom knew that. Now that he's gone it must fall to me. It has always been meant for me.
"What did you do to him?" He spits angrily. I shrug and go back to my book of battles and wars fought over the hand of a single she-wolf. It's quite interesting, more interesting than the argument about to ensue over a mere Easterner who he cares far too much for.
"Carried out just punishment like any Northerner would have done." I retort with a calm disposition and continue to flip to the next page.
"No one told you to lay a finger on him! You nearly had him killed! Do you understand what you could have created?!" He snatches the book out of my hand and throws it somewhere far off into the room causing me to sigh. Oh how my cousin loves to drawl on about minor matters.
"My dear sweet cousin, I've done nothing as bad as I've done before. You've never even cared until now." I meet his eyes finally and see nothing but rage in those amber irises of his. "Tell me, is he someone special to you?" That only causes him to flip the chair I was in over making my face instantly connect with the hard wooden floors.
"He's an important member of the visiting neighbor's pack you fool!" I let the blood run freely down my nose and gaze at his angry, pristine stature. I'm not the fool. You are.
I overheard a snippet of his conversation with that man a couple nights past. It was no mere talk amongst a king and a prisoner. It was much like the prisoner was reprimanding the king. He said he would not forgive Cassius if he were to go on and tell him. He even went on to say he would tell him the truth of what really had happened with his father which lead me to serve out just punishment.
Though I loathe my dear cousin, he will not be allowed to berate someone who stands for us all, nonetheless, fill his head with something that should just stay in the past. I wipe my bloodied nose on the side of my once clean, creme shirt and look at him with a dull expression.
He's hiding something, that much I do know. Secrets don't last forever. With time, all secrets will begin to unravel. Soon my frown upturns into a smirk. And when I do find out, I will take everything he ever held dear to him and destroy it right in front of his very eyes.
I want to see him suffer. I want him to grovel in despair at my feet and see him plead for it to end. I will make him feel what I felt every day since he rose to the throne.
"Dear cousin, you are soon to be a married man. I hope you do not do anything to hinder a peace that could be rendered with the Westerners all for the sake of your. . .how can I say this. . .lustful needs." He looks at me with wide eyes that soon narrow causing my smirk to grow. So I was right, it is a woman.
"What I do in my spare time is of no concern to you or Cecilia, cousin." He says the last word with so much distaste I end up laughing. Little do you know, I detest you so much more.
His hands clench into a tight fist making me take step back. I let another smile cover my face trying to make sure he knows he isn't getting to me when in fact he kind of is. Though he isn't as big as most fearsome werewolves, or Alphas, he is still someone to be reckoned with. He holds that aura of superiority and the confidence to take you out in less than a second. It's close to frightening. I take another step back as he advances towards me.
"You will not touch him or give orders or even speak to the prisoner again! He was my gift and you had absolutely no right to touch him! I should have your head for this. . .however you are blood, as deplorable as it may be. I'll give you your life." He snarls close to my face.
"As you wish, Your Highness."
"We are not savages and we will not act like that towards the Easterners or the Westerners. Do you understand me Christophe?" He pushes me and it causes me to stumble backwards a little bit until I catch my footing.
"I understand." He storms out the room madly without another word causing me to release the breath I was holding for so long. When he gets angry he can do unspeakable damage. However lately, his rampant temper has been suppressed. He would have bloodied me if it were any other time, like all the times before.
I look around the room and find the book I was reading before he came in and sit back into my chair. Soon enough, I find the same page I was on and continue reading like nothing never happened.
I will find out what he is hiding. . .even if it kills me.
Stevens comes into the room looking at me up and down with some sense of concern but very little. "I'm surprised he didn't do more to you than just bloody your nose. You're lucky this time Christophe." He'd always come and patch me up when that happened. Ever since I was sixteen. . .
He takes the handkerchief out of his suit pocket and begins to wipe some of the blood from off of my lip and chin. Honestly, I want to shoo him away, but I always loved it when he would care for me like this. No one else would.
"Don't waste your time with me. Go back to your owner like the dog that you are." His hazel eyes look into my dull brown ones with an unreadable expression. He continues wiping my face down until there isn't a trace a blood left. Maybe minor smudges here or there.
"So now I'm a dog for being loyal to our Alpha?"
"No. You're a dog for acting like one in heat whenever he comes around." I chide before going back to my book. The main protagonist kind of reminds me of Cassius. Everyone doting on him like he hadn't been the last resort in a dire situation. Despite his anger management issues, he is well loved, more than well-loved by the people which sickens me.
Even Stevens had fallen for him. I narrow my eyes at him before reading again, but it only causes him to put his hand over the book and stare at me. He shows me nothing but pity and I hate it. I wish he would go away and let me plot my vengeance in peace.
Cassius inherited the eyes and hair of our predecessors. Even his looks had come from our great great grandfathers which is why I believe the people of this land love him so much. Males and females alike would love to take him as a mate but he has this fantastical idea that he will find his true mate. People of this land love him so much they allow him that much.
All I had received was dimly speckled auburn hair and light brown eyes compared to his. My father created me out of lust rather than love so I wasn't the most revered out of my cousins or anyone for the matter. The only person who showed me the slightest bit of attention was Stevens but even he became smitten with him.
"Christophe don't anger him now. This is a critical time for him and when he loses his temper there is nothing I can do but watch. Next time, you may not be so lucky." He says ignoring my snide comment. I feel his light touch on my healing nose causing me to flinch away from him. "You'll be in more pain than this if you don't stop provoking him."
"We are blood, from the same blood line yet he is allowed to treat me like this? Do you find nothing wrong with this?" I mutter angrily making him take his hand away from me and give me a small smile. "He is King. He can do whatever he so pleases." Just as he is about to leave I grab for his arm.
"Why-Why are you so in love with a man like him? Who rather use his emotions than his mind? Who is consumed with fantasies rather than reality? What is it that you find so appealing about him?" I ask entirely flustered that he keeps protecting him and even defending him after being rejected by him multiple times. Even now he is still hopelessly in love with him and it enrages me to a great extent.
Stevens is everything you could ever hope for in a mate. He is kind, caring, compassionate, humorous even. He'll make you laugh when you have a bad day. Pat your head when you fail at something you tried your hardest on. I know he's the type that will always be there for you no matter to consequences or situation. He's unbelievably loyal and affectionate. . .
"You don't choose the one you love. . ." I blink at this nonsensical answer. Soon my hand lets go of his arm realizing that it isn't even worth asking about. He will never give up on his love for him. It's been five years now.
"When you finally fall in love with someone you will understand." His hazel eyes gaze into mine and I can't help but notice the way his chocolate brown hair would cover his face ever so slightly making him all the more attractive. I scoff at his remark as my hands begin to become shaky out of anger. "Right. I suppose I will."
He gives me a courtesy bow before heading back out the door causing me to throw the book I was reading and toss the chair I was sitting on to the other side of the reading room. My eyes swell with angry tears as I rip at the letter addressed to Stevens. I watch my tears soak the fine parchment I put so much work and love into. The ink becomes blurred by the water and soon bleeds through until it becomes a murky brown coloring.
There is not a thing in this world Cassius could ever want and not have. He has power. He has wealth. He even has the love of a man that he doesn't even deserve. I can't have anything without him taking it away from me. I crunch what remains of the slits of paper into my fists making sure I thoroughly destroy any hope or remains of ever giving it to him or him ever finding out.
As soon as I pick myself up and wipe any lingering tears away from my face. I head out the door and down the hall. Anastasia is my last option. She will know what to do. I will ruin everything he has ever built and watch it burn to the ground. I will destroy him if it's the last thing I do.
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[A/N] Things are beginning to turn from bad to worse! How do you like it written in Christophe's P.O.V? As you may already know, I don't write villians only people and circumstance. You gotta feel for him, even just a little!
Thanks for reading! *Hugs and Kisses* I'll update in another week!