Lycan Castiel’s Vengeful Mistress

Chapter 10

Sophia

Dazed, I stared at the fresh dishes on the table. Fresh bread, soft cheese, some stew, vegetables—and whatever crap they served in this century.

As I looked at the king who sat on the opposite side of me, a thousand thoughts went through my head. This morning, he had called in some maids to give us a bath, and despite it giving me the absolute creeps, did not take his eyes off me for a second.

He was amazing. Last night was amazing—but it couldn’t remain this way.

I belonged to Eli.

I took a sigh as I reached for the bite in my neck, the evidence that the Lycan king was my new mate. For now, I had accepted that staying calm would be the best option, but after that—I would have to finish my task and go back to the present time.

I could only hope Eli would forgive me.

“Sophie.” The king looked at me, a shy smile gracing his lips. With a hint of guilt, I smiled back. The mask which covered half of his features was back on his face, but he still looked gorgeous.

“Sophie.” The king interrupted my thoughts again. "Is there something wrong with the food, beloved? Do you need me to call the maids?"

Beloved…

In a few hours, he had shown me so much love.

The king was soft, kind, and caring.

"No, no, Your Majesty," I reassured him, stopping him before he could call out to them. "I'm just...quiet," I spoke. “That’s the way I am, Your Majesty.”

“I understand.” He smiled warmly at me, his eyes softening. "You look absolutely breathtaking this morning," he said sincerely.

“B-Breathtaking?” I chuckled, brushing my loose braid to the side. I was smart enough to know that at the moment, I looked far from it, but my mate was too blinded by love.

He reminded me of…Eli.

Just then, there were several knocks on the door. “Your Majesty, it's me, Georgie!”

My eyes moved to the king, who had an excited smile on his lips. “Ah, I’ve been waiting for you!” He responded. "Come in, Georgie!”

The short man, supposedly Georgie, walked in with a burst of energy. “My king, I’ve come to summon you for your morning greet—“ His voice got stuck in his throat as he looked from my eyes to the mark on my neck.

The king chuckled proudly as Georgie’s eyes widened, and I could sense the two of them shared a close relationship.

“Lady Sophie…Sophia is my mate.” The king nodded his head, acknowledging what Georgie had noticed. "So Georgie," he spoke, "I need you to fetch a third throne."

“Y-Yes, yes, but sure!” Georgie gasped before bowing deeply, then he took my hand. “My lady, I am the king’s valet, Georgie—and it’s an honor to meet you.” His eyes almost sparkled.

“Sophia,” I spoke shyly, still not used to royal treatment.

It was all too much.

The bowing, a throne, the bite.

The mention of the third throne clearly proved I was overstepping my boundaries here, and I didn’t want to get into it with the queen.

I was taken aback by the sudden turn of events, and the king could see the shock on my face. “You will be in great hands. Don’t worry too much, my love.” He said. “I’ve already appointed you a Lady Maid who shall be at your service at all times.”

“Oh, is that so?” My lips nearly trembled as this was not the way things were supposed to be. The plan was definitely not to get followed around all day, but then again, it made sense for the Lycan king’s mate.

Flustered, I watched as the king stood up and walked towards me before raising me from my seat. “My Sophie.” He cupped my face, his voice gentle yet firm. "I’m afraid I have matters to attend to, but I trust you’ll be just fine."

Speechless, I stood still as he pressed a tender kiss to my lips before leaving the room, a smile still gracing his face.

I was left alone in the king’s chambers, with the book and the dagger being the only things on my mind. I felt weak and vulnerable around the king, all of this was going too far, and I had to end it as soon as possible.

Stunned, I turned my head as an elderly woman walked through the door with a younger maid around my age, following after her.

Same as Georgie, the two eyed my neck in shock, then they bowed down, the woman in front going first. “My name is Lady Gisela Oswald and I am the senior housekeeper, responsible for all the female maids.” She introduced herself.

“Yes, I am Lady Sophia.” I felt uncomfortable at someone thrice my age treating me like I was of importance. “Please rise.”

Somehow, I had gone from nothing to meeting the senior housekeeper, who I hadn’t even met while preparing for the union.

“Very well then.”

My gaze shifted to the younger girl, behind Lady Oswald. Her legs were shaking and her eyes were fixated on the floor. Her hands fumbled with the fabric of her long skirt.

She didn’t appear shy, just jumpy and energetic.

“And you are?” I tried my best to sound friendly. The young blonde looked up, wanting to answer, but before she could—Lady Oswald took charge.

“This is your Lady Maid, Miss Ala Dawson.” She spoke. “She will be by your side at all times.”

That would do.

No offense, but Ala seemed weak. She looked like someone I could take advantage of, someone who I could easily befriend and who would not go against me if I wanted to run off on my own.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Ala.” I said. “Let’s get along.”

“You shall not call her miss, and she is not here to ‘get along’ with you, Lady Sophia.” Lady Gisela snarled, losing her polite composure. “She is here to attend to your needs.” She spoke. “She will be responsible for your appearance, wardrobe, and your overall well-being.”

I nodded, taking in the information as best as I could. I wasn’t planning on staying here for much longer, so I would not be a burden—even if I didn’t agree.

After the introduction, Ala escorted me back to my chambers, where I was once again bathed and changed into a rich, deep blue, tight gown with the most beautiful embroidery I had ever seen. There was also an ornate headpiece on top of my head, shimmering with precious gems.

I couldn’t help but feel as if the dress was carrying me and not the other way around.

I wasn’t made for any of this.

“Tell me, Ala.” I addressed my Lady Maid. “Do you think I’m the right fit for this dress?”

“Of course, Milady.” She tightened the string around my waist. “You are the king’s mate. I’m sure word has already reached the kingdom, and this dress is meant to be worn by you.”

“Hmm.”

It had barely been a day, but apparently, people had already begun talking.

That would only burden my departure after my business here would be done with.

“You look like you don’t want to be here, Milady.”