A Lycan of Her Own

The Prince's Arrival

The aroma of steak and grilled beef filled the entire house. I sat by the window side, using the sewing machine. I had decided to add a few designs for Reed's dress. She had such a beautiful neck, and I made the dress have a sweetheart neckline, one that would be modest, but give her enough to show off.

I swallowed, closing my eyes, as I fought hard against the slightly jealous part of me. It wasn't good to be jealous, or at least, that was what everyone said.

I finished a few minutes to sunset, ignoring the slight pain from the multiple needle wounds in my fingers. I held the dress carefully and ironed it out so it was just perfect.

"I trust you are done?" Reed said as she walked in, her eyes falling in the dress I was trying so hard not to soil with the little bits of blood on my fingers.

I looked up to her, nodding. She was wearing a simple inner dress, her pale skin on show. Her hair was combed back, and the lower strands curled deeply so it fell down to her waist.

Any red blooded man would choose her and Prince Zidane just so happened to be one.

"I happened to have a pair of earrings that would fit it. I made the neckline to highlight the paleness of your skin. It would be beautiful."

Her eyes lit up. I couldn't lie, I could forfeit my desires for her. As long as she was happy. As long as everyone was happy.

"Really? Let me see."

I nodded, then went to the small trinket. I kept my most valuable things there. They were not much, but well...

I took out the case, then brought it to her. It was a beautiful tear drop earring, one that burnt from a very light brown to deep red towards the end. It would fit both her skin and the dress.

She gave a small squeal, then wrapped her arms around me, her hug tight.

"I will be the most beautiful bride thanks to you."

I smiled. "I will start working on designs for your big day tonight itself. I promise."

She broke into another smile. "Thank you. I didn't think today will come. Prince Zidane coming here for me...my dreams are all coming true, Leilyn."

I nodded. "You deserve it, Reed. You deserve none other than the prince himself."

She smiled, blinking rapidly to keep the tears away from her make up. I laughed, then helped her get it off.

"Reed! The Prince's guard has arrived, and he would be here in a few minutes. Come down and welcome him!"

She gasped, and I got to work too, fitting the dress around her. It hugged her slender body beautifully, and I helped her with the simple necklace.

Everything fit into such a beautiful combination that even when I imagined myself instead, it didn't look half as good. She flashed a grateful smile at me, and went downstairs, adjusting the dress.

I walked to the door, making sure to stay hidden. I wasn't sure why, but it was always pretty hard for my parents to show me out in public.

Maybe because I didn't possess most of the qualities of lycans. My wolf was extremely weak and almost scentless, it made me lose hope in ever finding a mate. And I am not half as beautiful.

Maybe because I was born in the dead of the night on a starless night.

I swallowed hard, watching as mum took one look at Reed again as they made sure everything was perfect. It was, and they stood by the door, while father went out.

"His Highness, Prince Zidane Dacre has come to the Levine Household! Pay your respects!"

I held my breath in my throat, anticipating his presence. The first thing that greeted us was the string scent of patchouli and pine. His human and lycan scents respectively.

It all made for such a dominantly beautiful male scent, I couldn't help but close my eyes.

"That scent," Reed whispered to my mum, and I smiled a little sadly.

That scent.

"Your Highness. You are welcome to our humble abode. It is such an honour."

I swallowed as everywhere went silent. They were still outside, and I almost felt like tearing through to see him. Just bless my eyes with him.

"I take it you received my scroll earlier. The short notice could not be helped."

His voice was smooth like rain falling on silk, wetting it. It was like a flawless instrumental, the beautiful night breeze on a night filled with stars and a full moon.

"Yes, Your Highness."

A guard walked in briskly, then looked around, before he moved aside for him. He entered slowly, like he was taking his time.

My lips parted as I strained to see him.

He was wearing a pure white embroidered robe that fell to his knees, the heavy gold embroidery on it making it look even more royal.

I felt my breath catch as I let my eyes roam upwards. Anyone could see how fit his body was under that robe, and I knew I shouldn't let my thoughts wander, or I would think really sinful, forbidden things.

My eyes went up further to his face, my breath failing me at this point.

His jaw was sharp, and manly, his lips a dark red heavily defined cupid's bow. I wondered how they felt, how they tasted, how they...

I swallowed hard.

"Your Highness, it is an honor to meet you," Reed said with a small bow. "Please do allow me to be your host for today."

He gave a simple nod, then followed as she urged him towards the sitting room. It had all been decorated, with incense sticks burning to give it an overall beautiful smell.

I watched as a guard walked in front first, ascertaining it was alright, while he stood by, his back to me, his hands clasped behind him.

Reed was standing beside him, her head lowered respectfully. She spoke to him in such a low tone that even with my wolf, I couldn't hear it.

I could see him reply it, and I felt another pang of jealousy cut through my chest.

"Your Highness, please."

He nodded and ushered Reed in front of him. A true gentleman.

Slowly, he started to walk behind her, before he suddenly stopped. By now, he was facing sideways, his profile availed to me.

His skin was pale yet tanned, his nose high bridged and pointed sharp. His thick brows furrowed a little, and I wondered what was wrong.

"Is something wrong, Your Highness?" Father asked in my stead, a small worry line showing on his face.

Prince Zidane didn't reply, and suddenly, he turned, his eyes meeting mine.