The Prince’s Bride

The Queen, Power & Elegance

It all now begins to make sense to Dalia, as of where Lucien could have gotten such elegance and demeanor that follows him, as with her gaze on the Queen, it no longer becomes perplexing.

"And my son wants you to be his second?" Queen Lagartha finally asks Dalia, as this should be her second word to her since she stepped into the same room with the Queen.

Dalia's gaze not inching away from Queen Lagartha's face, as one would think because she is Queen, Dalia should be scared. Yes, she was scared when Lucien told her she is to be meeting his mother, but that fear soon disappeared when she step foot into the room.

Queen Lagartha's features not exceeding Dalia observations, while she stares at the definition of a perfect structure even for a woman of Lagartha's age. Her well defined jaw line, fitting the oblong face she carries, along with her pointed nose and white clean porcelain skin that seems not sag or age.

"I believe so, Your majesty." Dalia answers promptly, as she isn't perplexed or surprised with the Queens word, when in fact she is nothing but a commoner, and anyone in Lagartha's shoes must do the same, especially when it comes to a man such as Lucien, whom every lady would have their eyes on him.

"Lucien did say some words about you, having a brother, yet, that is all I seem to know. Tell me, what is it that you are, because I can smell that you are not our kind." At Lagartha's words, Dalia can't decide too soon if the Queen already dislikes her, or is just taking precaution as with the sharpness of her words, it is perplexing. 

Also with her words, Dalia observes some information, that she must be just like Lucien, as that would explain why Lucien is the Alpha, considering he comes from two straight bloodlines of werewolves.

"I'm a witch, Your majesty." Dalia answers with utmost respect.

"I see..." Lagartha's words remains unfinished, whereby it needs not be as Dalia do understands where her words may be going to.

"No Your majesty,, I swear by the heavens that I have not bewitched his highness." Dalia answers the Queen's intimate question, whereas Lagartha remains her gaze on the girl who stands before her.

In her thoughts, she wonders what it is Lucien may have seen in Dalia. Yes, she does have the looks to stay by his side, yet, her status is disturbing, especially when she knows her son will eventually meet the one meant for him. His mate.

Would he then discard her and choose Dalia for the sake of the throne?

Or would he jeopardize the throne, for the sake of love when it eventually comes? These two questions lingering in her head, as she knows at the moment, she can not get too comfortable with Dalia, as tables may indeed turn in the near future, and it is a conversation she need have with her son.

"I'm certain you do know Lucien is king to the werewolf clan, and if he succeeds, he will be king to all clans?" Lagartha furthers asking Dalia, whereas Dalia can't help but think if this is supposed to be an interrogation or a preparation for the event to come. And still yet, it can be both.

"Yes Your majesty." Dalia responds.

"Then are you ready to walk into Royal affairs and be one? Knowing if Indeed he wins, you know what you have on your shoulders?" Lagartha adds.

"I do Your majesty, and his highness and I have gone through it properly." Dalia answers.

"Yet, this is me asking you and not his highness." Lagartha's tone comes stern, as Dalia's gaze in her still remains unfazed. 

"Certainly, Your majesty." Dalia answers appropriately, making Lagartha nod in acceptance at her reply.

"If it is so, then I believe we better prepare for the dance, Dalia." And with the next words of the Queen, Dalia stares perplexed for two things. One being, at how within a second, the Queen whom had a stern expression at her, now stares back with a full smile covering her lips, and the second being that of her words.

"Dance, Your majesty.?" 

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They do say a beautiful woman is one thing, but a woman with elegance born in her is another, and when a woman is now found to have both, she is considered serene.

Lucien for the first time ever, does he find himself in a state of hardship, with his gaze remaining on Dalia, as with the emerald long sleeves mermaid gown Dalia wears, it is impossible that any man pass her by, as even the workers at his palace halted their duties, to stare at her like an angel descended from heaven, and at this point, Lucien isn't certain anymore if indeed she did fall from heaven. 

Whereas Dalia on the other hand, focuses her gaze forward, trying with all her might to put on a bold facade, while in reality, her legs tremble vigorously that she fears she may collapse after taking a step, along with continuous gulping.

"You're nervous." Lucien words comes first, as with his intent gaze on her it isn't hard to figure her reaction, especially standing close to her with no distance between them.

"I'm fine." Dalia answers with her gaze moving to face Lucien, as when she comes in contact with the gaze she has been trying so hard not to get mesmerized in, inevitable as now she does. His eyes matching the dress that she wears, as in her head she wonders how a person can only get more handsome each passing day, with Lucien's hair gelled back and slick, that her hands itch to run through them.

The attire he wears, an embroidery of designs and patterns on the thick red jacket and black waist trousers that showcases every bulging muscle in his body. 

"We'll be called in some seconds, tell me what it is you feel." Lucien pesters as one thing he has noticed about this woman in front of him, is not admitting how she feels, especially when doubting. 

Dalia's eyes goes away from Lucien for a bit, as with his words she finds her words fighting to come out of her lungs, as though Lucien might have used a power of compelling on her, for her body to want to tell him each and everything she feels. 

"Introducing Prince Julian Jeloskin of the Fea clan and his partner, Princess Helga Fesnof of the the Fea clan." Dalia's gaze remains in front of her, seeing the continuation of each Prince being called out with his partner as they enter the room she believes is full of Royals, awaiting their presence. Her nervousness only increases as each and everyone she has heard of them announcing, all have a rank or belong to the Royal family, whereas she and Lucien who would be last, have nothing in common.

Especially not Royalty.

"Each and every one is being called with titles, I fear I might stand out." Dalia places her words this way, while her gaze goes back to Lucien.

"You stand out already and your place should be that you stand out, because you do so elegantly, so why bother about a rank." Lucien says words to her, making Dalia feel if it's just her head recalling and replaying his compliments, but her body also react to them. 

Dalia doesn't find any words to say, as her gaze goes back in front of her, seeing they are only one couple away from them, before she sets foot into the world of Royals and then, there is no going back again.

As the one who preceedthem walk into the hall, Dalia's gaze resumes back to Lucien seeing his hand extend to her to take. Her gaze remains unfazed feeling multiple surges of emotions run to her at the instant, as with Lucien's gaze on her she dares not reject his hand. With a light exhale from her, Dalia's hands rise up to meet Lucien's, as when they come in contact with his, every doubt she once feels all seems to wash away, just by the touch of his skin with hers, and at the instant, her head goes up high, feeling the strength from Lucien seep into her body.

As though the heavens descending at the moment, Lucien also feels the surge passing into him, at his touch with Dalia's. A feeling of euphoria and strength, one he hasn't ever felt before, as he can't place if this feeling is from him, Dalia or the both of them combined.

And as Lucien and Dalia's gaze come in contact with the room full of Royals and supernaturals, their gaze move back to each other, along with every gaze in the room now starring at the two, radiating of power and elegance that the bulbs in each chandeliers in the room seem to brighten in full force, recognizing their presence. 

Lucien lips curve into a smile having this beautiful woman by his side lock gaze with him, as her own lips also lit up at the sight of seeing Lucien introduce her to the world with pride radiating from him, and at this point, she knows, taking Lucien proposal is one she vows not to regret.

"And I present to you the last of the Royals. His Royal highness, king of the Werewolves clan, Prince Lucien zeek and his second half, Dalia Delviken."