Happily Ever Mate

3

Our last conversations were boring, as our parents entertained us during our walk to the main dining room.

We passed the wall of glass that could show our land.

The land was always covered in snow, never disturbing the lives of others who commonly went on their merry way and then returned to us again.

Around our land, as it does to the other three rulers, were the villages of the Vargr.

They were wolves that couldn’t shift.

They were always kept in watchful eyes, as my father warned before he bragged of the power we would be holding, for the Vargr could create havoc in inappropriate times.

I feared father may be delusional.

Arriving at the dining, Irvan assisted me to my seat, pleased with the arrangements for our circumstances.

He was indeed a gentleman when his ego had not company him.

Eating our dinner in the blink of an eye, I heard Ivan shout, mortified at what had come to happen to him.

I was still not pleased by his natural nature, yet looking up at him, I was staring at the pear; he had dinked his fangs in his hand, directing with a concentration on my sight to the pear.

There were his front two fangs, holding on to the pear for dear life.

My utilities had been dropped. Holding my modesty was proving to be the main challenge.

Irvan’s clothes started to become covered in his blood, and his low growl had earned him a good lecture.

I kept chewing my meal slowly, for I had no desire to harm him.

His parents had done a swell job of ridiculing him.

Irvan had enough of his evening as he hit the table, “IRVAN!”

His mother scolds; the amusement within me had warmed my rattled heart.

Perhaps my upbringing will prove a better husband could be suited for me.

He stood, dripping blood from where his old fangs had been.

Finishing my meal, I carried on my theatricals of the devoted fiancée.

Placing my hand on my lips, I allowed my eyes to water from the laughter within, yet spoke in a broken vow, “My Irvan, how has this become of you? Should I assist you to the doctor?”

I cried from laughter, yet no laughing was laced in my words.

I moved our parents as if I had broken my heart from the pain he had inflicted on me.

When in truth, I couldn’t have loved more his bloody luck.

“Save your theatricals, Lady Louise! You hide your laughter in shameful words of fake affection! My fangs!”

A wolf’s fangs only leave their host when their wolf is to be reunited with them.

A change is to happen to their bodies shortly after.

This was no laughing matter, yet Itvan had failed to realize such things.

His mother, having enough, held him by his ear.

Pulling him, she scolded, “You disgraceful child! Have you no shame of your wife-to-be! Have I taught you NOTHING!”

She shouted as she stomped their way to the clinic.

The rest of the table manners were resumed as the room became more tranquil.

The council elder began to speak to my father on my behalf.

A woman must never say out of place, always after and accept what the man insists I can state, like a book they can read, but I cannot read out loud for, enjoying my meal, I hear their exchange of words.

“That young lad has a fire in him, quite the temper for a young King to be. It would be a shame if his own Queen outmatched him. Mind you now. You hold a shared title for a King Irwin; make no fool of my daughter; her time as Queen will bring us to triumph against those who oppose us, but you are from the long line of Marquesses. Have you been reminded of your loyalty?”

Father clarified to him, finishing my meal.

I remained in waiting, “King Legolas, have no fears of my involvement. My son is to learn better obedience shortly,” he replied sharply to my father. His words had me parched in knowledge. “May I speak, father?”

I asked innocently at my father, who growled at Irwin, the marquess.

My parents wanted the twins of the Duke.

Duke Jaxx and Duke Jaxton were the devils howling dogs, monsters of one pure mind.

Guinness was destroyed but gained the complete favor of four small kingdoms from the marquesses.

I, a nearly ten-year-old, could never compare to such devils of just twelve.

By far, all who dared double cross them suffered even after their afterlife, is what the rumors state.

All at the expense of their boredom.

This monarch was built to ensure success would be bestowed upon the chosen.

I was the only direct royal bloodline.

Because the mother could not bear any more children, the father denied any further attempt for an heir.

After a short time, Irwin Marquess submitted to his father in obedience, displaying his neck.

Father replied, “You may speak, my child,” I smiled as I knew how to demolish the competition.

A Lady to be Queen must never falter to take charge.

Within my posture, I requested, “If it pleases Father, perhaps an invitation to have the twin Dukes of our neighboring country come to be Irvin’s mentors?” Father retrieved his composure yet welcomed my suggestion with an attentive, prideful smile, “See what did I tell you, marquess? Already thinking like a Queen. My sweet Louise, your request is granted. You shall also join the fruits of this brilliant advice, messenger!”

Father shouts.

As fast as the air can bring the snowflakes, our messenger arrives to take fathers words.

Once the messenger was on his merry way, Father seated more comfortably and spoke, “Retire, for now, marquess. I must have a word to my daughter,” Irwin’s demeanor was shallow towards me, but he would soon learn not to have acted in such a manner.

As his angered eyes met mine, a spark of electrical current left my finger.

It had zapped his left hand.

Irwin jumped from the table, jumping as he shouted in anger at my display of fear.

Father growled one more and stomped his foot, shooting a massive electrical current toward Irwin.

His body had been lifted as if gravity had pulled him to land against the wall.

Put out of consciousness.

Father told me, “Marquesses are never to be as trusted, power-hungry rats, believe everything is ours to own by a simple use from the Royal family. Good show of words to defend our honor, darling. It will give me time to educate the Duke on what we need. Have you summoned your ladies in waiting?”

Father asked me, to which I nodded.

“Then it is, but the high time we retire, our days from tomorrow shall bring more work. It is to our advantage the reunion set between all four of our rulers to meet within six months of last spring. It is but April now. We leave after the last snowflake is to fall.” I looked at Father apprehensively, “Come again, Father?”

He moved from his seat to glance at me.

“Louise, you are to meet them this week. It is more than needed for the kingdoms to show they have chosen new steps of growth, and then there are two more times until the actual event of being wed. It is tradition to demonstrate our people. Now, I must congratulate you on using your Arkin. However, never use it out of fear. No one should ever fear our Arkin. Only can our enemies die in pride for our strength.”

I nodded again.

Arkin is the ability to use your mind in exposing your inner electrical energy towards an enemy, or as Father explained, to whom you see fit, a power only my family have passed down for generations on end.

Since birth, I have been the First Lady to inherit this gift.

It was a blessing to everyone in my home.

Father alone trains me to maintain control over my estate.

“So we are to meet the Dukes in this meeting as well?” I asked Father a bit nervously.

He had begun a foul mood from Irwin, “Louise, the day the council chose your mother as my bride from a Baron’s family, I believed it was a matter of insult. Yet once I had been blessed to set my eyes upon my arrival, life ceased to exist. If I’m any moment, are you to meet your destined mate, my child, please do not fear to speak to your father of whom he may. If a Baron’s daughter could become Queen, what is to say the fruit of our love is to be denied the same privilege?”

My father spoke from his heart words of encouragement, words that moved my own.

Perhaps a tiny hope to be loved was to be possible.