My feet felt heavy as they guided through the corridors.
Every step echoed too loudly in my ears.
"Your majesty," the man said again, gesturing for to walk ahead of him.
I hated the word.
It felt foreign.
Too heavy.
Too dangerous.
I still wondered how insane this was.
A group of wolves in the distant lands committing treason by calling their majesty.
It made no sense.
Perhaps they were all insane.
I suspected it.
And all I had to do was play along until I could find my way out of here.
Or better still, uncle I saw my uncle Aiden and he would help out of this.
Hopefully he was nothing like Bale.
I clutched my cloak tighter around myself, my other hand instinctively resting over my stomach as if I could shield my child from whatever awaited .
We passed through halls carved from dark stone, lit by torches that hissed softly as we moved. Wolves lined the walls.
So, so robed, all watching with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
Not curiosity.
Recognition.
That frightened more than chains ever could.
"Stop calling that," I said finally, my voice tight. "I don’t know what ga you’re playing, but I’m not royalty."
The man glanced back at , then slowed his pace.
"This is no ga," he replied calmly. "And if you were not who we believe you to be, you would not have made it past the healer’s door."
My heart thudded painfully.
"You an the woman who slapped ?" I snapped.
He paused and everyone else stopped.
He slowly turned to look at and then his hands reached out to my cheek.
"May I?" He asked before his fingers touched them.
I gave a slight shrug and then he very gently caressed the place where the imprint lay.
Then he looked at the stern cold faced Healer before turning back to .
"She did this to you your majesty?" He asked .
I felt a chill in bones once I heard him refer to as his majesty.
I wanted to tell myself that they were all insane.
That they were all mad wolves who were tis fifty worse than Otto worse.
But I didn’t.
I kept my mouth shut.
I didn’t say a word to him, my eyes simply diverted healer who stood with her face emotionless.
"My apologies." he said and then he snapped his fingers at healer.
She ca right to his very before in a matter of minutes.
And then it happened too fast.
Before I could say a word, he smacked her right across the face.
Except it wasn’t his palm.
He had so expertly and quickly shifted his hands to his massive wolf claws before reverting back.
You would have never believed he had even shifted if you didn’t see the red blood lines on her face.
I jerked back impulsively, taken aback by what had hit transpired.
"You wound apologize to her majesty." He told her with a stern and yet firm voice that commanded authority.
She turned to and bowed, I wanted to take another step back but the guards were right behind .
There was nowhere to run.
"Forgive for my foolishness your majesty." She apologized.
I looked around and I saw they all had their eyes watching .
Waiting for to pass judgent.
Waiting for to sever her head or forgive her.
I didn’t like the power being handed to so callously.
It made sick to my stomach.
I swallowed hard and nodded at her. "It’s fine."
She slowly rose up and walked back to her place at the back of the line.
"Once again my apologies." He said with a smile that scared . "It will not happen again. She would still be punished later. We must continue."
And with that he resud walking ahead, forcing to follow along like an obedient puppy.
By the ti we reached the grand foyer where the large painting of the man hung of the wall, what seed like all the servants were standing, waiting.
I was repulsed.
My heart was racing so fast as they had their eyes on .
In their eyes, I saw hope.
Hope for what?
Perhaps I was simply imagining it.
Eventually I was brought to stand in front of a large throne.
It was old and unlike nothing I had ever seen.
The artistic work on it was elegant and the cusion itself seed so soft.
It was placed right under the large portrait of the man.
"We have been waiting for you for a very long ti your majesty." I blinked.
They were staring at as if waiting for to perform so sort of miracle.
"I think you have the wrong person." I said no longer able to keep this up.
He walked up to very slowly, his boots in rhythm with his footsteps.
Then he ca to a halt and before I could stop him, he had his had at the front bodice of my dress.
I gasped but he simply pulled my necklace by the gold chain until the pendant revealed itself.
I wanted to snatch it from his grasp but I wisely held myself back.
He undid the screws holding the locket in place and then the locket fell to the floor in a clank clank sound.
He reveled my erald necklace as he placed it softly on my palm.
"Don’t do anything to it." I warned him over-protectively without thinking.
He rose a brow.
And then all of a sudden, the necklace that stayed glowing in his palm.
I was stunned.
I looked down at it to be sure I was seeing well.
The illumination of the green necklace was across his face.
He stepped aside letting the necklace rest on my chest.
He motioned go the throne where at its very center, an erald stone illuminated just like mine.
They were glowing at the sa frequency.
What I did not know, was that the pieces of erald Queen Rose had, was equally glowing.
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