Lunas Blind Love

My bath bubbles have melted me into a peaceful, relaxing state. The maids had left me in peace knowing fully well I desired to let the heat of these waters relax my aching body. The autumn breeze has come early to our newfound kingdom This evening, we relinquished our warriors to take over the land of the young King Edwin. A fragile man from what Father had scandalously described in our late dinner before I had retired to my wing. My thoughts run under their own as the water through my body, a relaxing and calming environment, yet I feel these are calming waves before the storm hits. I am expected to be downstairs shortly, but I am ready to meet an enemy my father has created. I will be Luna's queen very soon, and my education, antiquities, and responsibilities will all change shortly. I am not ignorant of the rules, yet I somehow would have a much simpler life. All this diplomatic and wording causes me to have trouble in time, focusing on what truly matters. What matters to me is not the same as what matters to my father, and I fear that will be one of the many reasons why he would disown me, but then again, I am his only child, so he can’t entirely act against me. The water was getting cold. I got up and instructed the principal, waiting for me outside, to help me clean my dress. After they had done their duty, I bid them farewell and walked down the hall to the main lobby, where the throne room was now gathered by the nobles and their followers, along with any other person my father had agreed to have present. Taking my seat next to my father, I give my respects by bowing down to him. Once he had agreed to allow me to stay, I sat down, and I met face-to-face with a man on his knees who had been beaten. He’s held together, bound by silver Coughlin and silver chain. Dark hair is mitt with blood. My father had something to do with this. “Silence!” My father shouts in authority, letting out his alpha, creating, and making everyone within these walls submit to my father. The power that I wish to see once I have obtained the title for some reason, I also didn’t desire it. I desire something that cannot be taken away from me; I desire someone, not something. And that is to be expected of me. I am, after all, the lady a dreamer must be, but I fear to whom I belong to. Would he be a man of novelty scavenger? One after that cannot be tamed. Yet could tame the desires my heart has yet not recognized itself? Will it be the poet, with more words, encouraging our love to grow by a simple kiss left on my soul rather than my heart? Or would he take it all into his warm loving embrace, taking me away from all those duties I have no desire to uphold, yet I conquer them to please my loved ones. Whichever mate the goddess may have for me, I am more than willing to oblige. I am more than ready to love my fated mate. Only my time could be closer, but I am not yet of age to even meet him, and have I already met him. My welcoming of age is set for next years endeavors. But has he already been in my life? So many questions in such an adequate moment of my life. I should be focusing on what’s happening before me, yet I don’t care much for it. I care more about what I’ve come not to have; I’ve become more to desire, but it has not yet been revealed. “Today, I wish you from this kingdom. You have lost the wall, and now I finally gain control of all of the south and borders. You have no say I’m staying within my lands. And with this, I miss you from any of my kingdoms! Leave my sights, you rogue!” My father's command was more potent than usual. I wondered why my father was so angry at this man. I knew he had just recently been crowned king, which made him an easy talk for my father, but he was not as young as I or the man in front of me. Julie was his misfortune to lose everything so quickly. It’s only he had listened to my father. He was given the choice of unifying our kingdom, not to displease, dismiss any collaboration to our causes, for he lost his throne. It is a shame for him, not for me. I will rule these lands with greatness, sophistication, wisdom, and integrity with an iron fist shell, all of my subjects, obey to say due to my father. At my side, I see that my mother is more than proud of how my father has acted, which has me wandering around these walls. Could it be that my faded mate is within these walls, or am I doomed never to find him? Inconsistent thoughts that troubled me did not assist as I saw the man was on his knees, just inches away from me. His raging eyes pierced my own, and I was pulled back from his expression. The amount of hatred that he was projecting on me made my skin and my breathing start to run faster than it should have. I figured out what this person would be able to do to me. Yet it would not be my fault. He was not prepared to lose his throne. Of course, it was not his fault that he had no other assistance to maintain his control over his kingdom. The man that held him down did not fully control him enough to have him restrained, and yet he still managed to speak to me with more venom than any wolfbane could provide within my bloodstream. “I shall make you pay as dearly as you have paid me today. You seek to be loved, and all you will ever achieve is the illusion of anyone wanting something like you for a mate.” He was pulled back after those words that had pierced me, having me second guessing if I had spoken to him without my knowledge at hand.