She just had to ask?!
“Let me out of–”
“Anything,” Gwen spoke up before she could go on. “Selected limited things, my Lady.”
Zezi’s spirit dropped at that.
“Fine, great.” She replied flatly. “Can you take me to the King then?”
“There is an order that you must not step out of this room.”
“Can you please tell the King that I want to see him?” She asked with a sigh of defeat, her heart filled with a certain bitterness at that.
Gwen smiled sympathetically.
“Is there anything else that I can do for you, Milady?”
Zezi frowned at her question.
What was that supposed to mean?
“You can’t send my message to the King?”
“The King does not want to see you, Milady. Even if I deliver your message, which I definitely cannot do directly to him, it would have to go through Lady Laura–”
“Nevermind.”
Laura.
Just the name sent thousand daggers through her heart. Lady Laura hated her plainly and didn’t even attempt to hide it. It was obvious that nothing good could come from her. Even if the message was to be sent, she might either ignore it or do something worse with it.
Her mind filled with the boiling embers of rage that hissed at its contact with the ice of helplessness and defeat that was growing more and more in her heart.
What should she do?
“Just leave me alone,” she snapped, fixating her anger on Gwen, wanting to hurt her just as much as she was hurting. “You are useless.”
She settled back in her chair, holding her aching head in her hands.
Gwen’s smile only broadened.
“I know this is hard but our King means well. He might not know how best to express it but he is doing all these for your good and for his, if you will just—”
“Don’t try to sell your King to me, Gwen.” She said, raising slowly to her feet, her eyes flashing blue with her wolf slowly coming to the surface. Her voice was thick with rage, sounding foreign to even her. “He has my family down in the dungeon because of a bond that I don’t even want, a bond that I despise with all my being. His presence in my life has done nothing but ruin it. Everything was perfect then he came!” She paused, her chest raising and falling with rage-filled raged breaths. “And now I have to face this. All of this! ALL YOUR KIND EVER DID WAS RUIN MY LIFE AND YOU ARE STILL DOING IT!”
She ended, slamming against her fists the table, leaving behind a dent.
Gwen’s hands tightened around the handle of the trolley she was still holding, her smile had dwindled then suddenly she was smiling again.
“It is the best, Milady, for you. The King does what is best and you will be able to deal with it better, if you would just try to forget about your family.” She concluded, with no other expression in her face except for the smile she had plastered across her lips.
“Forget?” Zezi felt like she had been hit by a truck a dozen times, her healing abilities stopped while bleeding and left for dead. “Can you forget about your own family?!”
Something flashed in Gwen’s eyes, her smile unwavering, her hands still holding the handle of the trolley in a tight grip.
“If that is all, I will now take my leave, Milady.” She turned away to drive the trolley out through the door, then stopped when she remembered the need to knock first so that the vampires at the door would open it for her.
Zezi watched her with burning hatred. With no one else to direct her rage at, she saw Gwen as the representative of all her enemies, with how she had been answering her questions, it was only right to see her that way.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Gwen’s hand dropped and held the trolley once again.
“They committed treason against the King, running away with his mate. Have you no idea how important a mate is?”
Zezi’s nose flared with anger. How dare she still be smiling?!
“Anyone that commits treason against the King shall be punished by the King. That is law and it shall be followed.”
“So you are just like the rest of them. I was hoping to be wrong.” Zezi said in a tone that was barely above a whisper. She took a step forward, making her chair screech against the floor as her movement pushed it back.
Gwen stood her ground, her face and aura, calm.
She was not afaird, it was obvious or maybe she was just very good at hiding it.
She could be either, Zezi didn’t care.
“I ask you again, can you forget about your own family?”
“They are not the real ones you will have. The bond with the King is the one you should trea–
“Can you?!” She yelled into her face, rushing to her with her wolf speed, her eyes now full blue.
Gwen kept her lips sealed. She looked away and knocked against the door calmly.
The door swung open and without a word said, she wheeled the trolley out and the door swung shut almost instantly.
Zezi staggered away, her steps flattering, her legs threatening to give way under her.
Then finally, she reached the window, holding unto the curtain, and pulling it aside.
The setting sun, although not strong, flashed into her eyes and with how much sensitivity she had right now with having her wolf still very close to the surface, it felt like a burn. She pulled the curtain shut fast.
Then she attempted to look out again but this time around she couldn’t see anything because of how cloudy with tears her sight had become.
Giving up, she pulled the curtains shut and slid slowly to the groun, hugged her kneels and wept.
How would she be able to possibly safe her family—
The sound of the door swinging open with full force made her look up immediately.
Her eyes widened with surprise at the intrusion.
Quickly she stood up to her feet, she couldn’t afford to look vulnerable, whosoever that was.
Worse, it could be Laura.
It wasn’t the suspect though, instead the person she laid her eyes on made her go still with shock and sent her heart racing with an unwanted farmilar feeling that crossed through her veins.
“Your Majesty?”
“You requested for my presence. Here I am.”