C2 Words of stupor

“ Oh sorry ladies and gentlemen. How else do you uphold royalty? Definitely by making it less available on demand huh?” “ Hehe, I say the young prince is fitting in just fine.” Intones the Master of ceremony in a jovial manner that causes the spectators to chuckle a little.

“ I love that! Mom; give Trossard a promotion would you.” Echoes Damon as he comes

through from the bank rank of the hall. A bottle of half drunk, Jack Daniels was unapologetically held in his hands and it caused the eyes of his mother to widen in Dismay.

“ You all get your peasant faces off my drink.” He lambasts and tries to win back the control of his legs. “A true warrior never takes his honor from a platter of gold.” he mumbles and resumes staggering to towards the distinguished tables situated at the first rank of the hall. His major challenge is keeping his steps on a straight line as he meanders with zero hesitation, causing some of the liquor to spill on the glossy tiled floors of the hall. The crowd are bedazzled by the unruly morals of the prince. Feeling quite overwhelmed by the harsh trips of the liquor, Damon pauses for a while and wags his head vehemently to reconnect with his sanity. He suddenly goes numb and with the tenacity of a demi God, begins to speak amidst the wanton eyes of woe serenading him.

“ I, Damon, is a living legacy of my father.” “ He rose from the bottom and arrived at the top.” “ Yes; I went to have a drink. Worthy of worship is thy bottle of Gin. It’s giving you all an opportunity to witness the rising of a great king.” Mumbles Damon as his sweaty face, orbits around, making sure everyone who cares to see him, is seeing him clearly. The queen tucks her head in shame and innately prays he arrives at the podium in one piece. It isn’t answered; A few more clustered steps and his balance is lost, causing him to crash haphazardly into a table of dignified guest. The wine and platters of dishes are dismissed into the air till they splutter against the kitted guests within the surrounding radius.

“ Nailed it.” Lasker chimed amidst the chaos and finds his way out of the hall.

“ Asher, tend to your brother. I will get the maids to clean up this mess.” Madeline slurs in disquietude as she stands up to excuse herself from the embarrassing scene her son has created.

“ You will find Ava in the dungeon.” Asher states and majestically stands up to join the dozen guest who are already attending to the young prince who has just puked on his self and puked on those who had came too close.

(Ava’s POV)

I have no idea why the music has stopped, I was enjoying it but anyway, it’s my birthday and the merriment continues. An abrupt bang on the door causes me to halt in fear. It’s followed by a series of metallic clings in the keyhole and eventually, the iron door is pushed open.

“ Good evening My lady.” I stutter after some of the lights from the upper room, had found its way to the basement.

“ Shut up! What’s so good about the evening when all you do is gossip about my sons.” “ Follow me.” She bemoans with a vicious snarl and quickly takes her leave. I haven’t seen a beautiful Lady in her early forties, frown as much as she do. With the last strengths in my limbs, I follow her till we arrive at the hall where some maids were already cleaning the mess. My sight is quick to fall on Asher who is engulfed in tending to his drunk brother. Gosh! They look like Hollywood celebrities; Hot and Charming. Yet I hate them. I hate them for how they make me suffer. I have no reason to hate Asher except for the fact that he remains passive at my suffering. For all I care, he passively enjoys it to.

“ Don’t stand here looking like a fool. Grab a mop and clean!” The queen laments causing me to quickly pick up an idle mop from the mobile workstation and quickly begin to clean the stinking puke of a full adult who doesn’t know when he has had too much to drink.

[Hours later]

I’m on my way back from cleaning the puke of that looser. My body hurts in a thousand places. All the guest have left and the castle Is rather empty. I’m looking into the dark skies and like magic, I can see through the clouds. I see the full moon and slowly close my eyes to breath in pleasing union of the lavenders and the cold night breeze. “I want my wolf” I whisper feeling overwhelmed as I stand gazing at the full moon. An unexplainable surge of energy causes me to flick my lips open. I gasp in joy to find myself covered in a silvery fur. My wolf has come. My excitement knows no bounds. I must leave this pack now. I must travel to tell Lasker that I’m now of age. He will love me like he has always done. He WI kiss my lips, take my hands and help me find my missing brother, he will help us rebuild our fallen pack and regain the glory of the fallen Vega park.

Almost with the speed of light, I arrive at my room and begin to pack the little things I can call my own. A smell of arousal besieges my sentient. It’s my mate. It’s coming from the second floor. “Hell no! only the twins live in the second floor” I gasp and hurriedly pack my belongings. I can hear their footsteps hurrying towards my door. They have picked my smell and wouldn’t let me leave if they catch up with me. I now face a battle with time. I have to leave before they meet me here or I can as well kiss my freedom goodbye.