C6 The Baroness daughter

Bespoke chandeliers, royal beds and unending fragrance of royal jasmines _ most owners of such a palatial chamber will be happy but not Queen Elwisia of the Berglund Castle. The night breeze finds their way into her chambers and as soothing as it feels on her bare skin, it does nothing but remind her of the innate war she has been fighting for a long time now. A war against having to feel lonesome even when surrounded by people she called her family. It’s been four months without the conjugal touch of her husband who is away conquering more lands for the pack. The evening cold hits difference as she stands facing the long mirror in her closet. Her phone is held firmly on her ear as she gazes at her arousing nudity in the mirror. She can’t help but wonder how possible it is for the king to abandon such a prime garden her for so long.

“ Hello.. My lord.” She slurs slowly, her eyes widening in anticipation of his words.

“ Your Majesty. Good evening.” Replies a familiar voice. Very familiar but not the voice she is yearning to hear.

“ Elkonds? Where is Rues?” She inquires, subconsciously going sullen with a sigh of disappointment.

“ I’m afraid the king is not available for a talk. I will notify him of your calling as soon as he is available my lady.” Says Baron Elkonds in a hesitant tenor and hangs up the call before she says another word. Her eyes is quick to turn moist as she slowly drops the phone by the ceramic sink. With a wince of loneliness, she brings her idle palm to rest on one of her erect nipple and guiltily begins to fondle it, moaning reservedly as she did.

“ I shall sleep with no man and no wolf but you my Lord.”She mutters and sashays to the window of the closet, pulls the curtain to the side with her idle hand and set her gaze towards a strange cottage in the far distance. Something from the sight of the cottage causes her moans to louden till it fills the airwaves, then all of a sudden, nothing is heard but a silence that precipitates her footsteps as they tow her stimulated body out of her chambers towards the direction of the strange cottage in the far distance.

( Days later)

The past few days are suppose to be the best days of my life, owing from the care and attention I have been receiving from the twin. They have moved me to a grand room of great beauty and bespoke furnishings. A television, a Jacuzzi and a giant teddy bear. Loads of book to read even though my grammatical assimilation is not so good. In the past few days, I have been served so much food that could have been spread all through my ten years of staying in this castle and it still have some to spare. The twin had made it a culture to serve me breakfast on bed. I’m no longer a maid and my days of crying in the dungeon are over. I miss my chats with Giannis who I have seen just once but was not bold enough to talk to him.

Everyone seems to be happy about my new status, everyone except Nairobi. The pretty daughter of Baron Hansen. Her father’s status in the pack is unquestionable and it gives her access to the palatial castle. I and Giannis have gossiped a lot about how classless it was for a lady of her caliber to throw herself at the twins. She wants them like crazy and doesn’t shy away from making it clear to them. Even with my prior status as a cleaner, she disliked me and was quick to frown when she saw me. Now that I had amounted to something better, her hate for me has been on the increase. not to snarl when she sees me. No doubt, Nairobi is jealous of the attention the twins give me. She wants it all for herself. She can take this two egoistic losers an shove them down her throat for all I care. My heart beats for no one but Lasker.

I’m now sitting in the garden and the twin are sitting around me. Damon is rapping like a hip hop star and he tells me he will win a Grammy award just by rapping my praises, even though he is white. Asher is bad at drawing but no one wants to tell him. He has been sketching me for almost an hour and from what I’m seeing on the sheet of paper, he’s probably sketching his great grand mother and not me. My wolf has been suppressed for a while and it’s giving me all the time I need to plan my escape.

“ Let her clean. Let her take her place as the maid.” Said an unmistaken voice. As the steps come closer, so does the sweet fragrance of her perfume.

“ Nairobi!” “ You have been warned severally to desist from calling the future Luna a maid!” Exclaims Damon who is infuriated by her intrusion.

“ Future Luna? “ “ What sacrilege do you speak of. A maid can never be a Luna. Choose a lady like me or someone who loves you at least.” She bemoans as she halts in her steps.

I don’t bother to gaze at her. The three of them can go to hell for all I care.

“ And who says she doesn’t love us?” “ One more insult from you and you shall be punished.”

“ She’s a bitch. Do you your worse!” Nairobi slams out at Damon who stands, looking petrified by her guts. Asher simply smiles and keeps on with his awful art. I’m down to witness this battle of royals. It’s raging on. I want to see it.