Prescott’s pov
I stood in front of the window, my back on Ulrica who sat on my bed with her leg crossed. She had a cup of popcorn in her hands, and she noisily munched on her popcorn, interrupting my thoughts.
I signed and propped my elbow on the window. Gazing out of the window to see a bunch of people scurrying around the compound to get things done before the coronation would start.
I could hear voices, coming from the room opposite mine. The room that has been empty for years will be occupied today, by the nation’s Queen.
The thought of having a woman closer to me, for the rest of my life, gave me a feeling of uncertainty.
The wall clock kept tickling, reminding me that I would officially become a family man before the end of the day.
“So, you wouldn’t tell me who your wife is, would you?” Ulrica stopped munching on her popcorn, she dropped the cup on the nightstand table which made an annoying sound.
“I have nothing to say to you.” I groaned, I checked my wristwatch and a light gasp escaped my mouth.
I only have a few minutes left to get my ass to the ballroom. If not for anything, I want to do it for my freedom and I would stop at nothing until I free myself from the hook of the elders.
“At least I should know the kind of person the nation’s Queen is going to be.” Ulrica blurted out, her voice was silvery which made me smirk to myself.
I was dealing with my inner mind, and a certain someone wouldn’t let me be for a while. Was she that stupid to realise I want to be alone?
“If you’re that curious, then I think you should get your butt out of my room and ask around for your Queen.” I rolled my eyes, Ulrica could be annoying at times, I didn’t realise that until she left the pack for the state, three years ago.
It was when she was gone that I realised how much I endured just by being her friend.
“You’re so mean!” she picked up a handful of popcorn and threw it at me, I sensed it coming and I ducked, letting the popcorn to fell to the ground.
“I feel like you don’t trust me anymore, that you can’t even tell me who she is before the whole nation would get to know about her.” She plunged into the bed and covered herself with popcorn.
“You will get to meet her soon. You don’t need to worry yourself about her, she is a good lady.” I fixed the buttons of my shirt, grabbed the suit jacket from my shoulder and put it on.
“Is she pretty?” Ulrica asked, I turned around and walked back to the dresser. Grabbed a red Royal Mantle and tried to put it on when I felt Ulrica’s hands wrapped around my arms, stopping me from wearing it by myself.
“Is she that pretty that you don’t want to look me in the eyes anymore? Are you scared you might get lost in my eyes and cancel your marriage with her?” she smirked, trailing her fingers on my shoulders through the thick suit I was putting on.
“Pretty?” I knitted my brows, in all honesty, I didn’t know if Randale’s daughter was pretty or not, because I never take a closer look at her.
Ulrica grabbed the royal mantle from me, tucked my hands into it and pulled it over my body, which did well to cover my suit jacket.
Ulrica’s eyes narrowed, waiting for me to prove she was the only pretty lady in my life, and that I had been considering cancelling my marriage with Randale’s daughter, but I didn’t want to do that. Never will I fulfil her curiosity.
“Her beauty was alluring that got me bewitched the moment I set my eyes on her round, bottle green eyes.” I could remember her eyes colour when she gazed at me with terror in her eyes. Urging me to free her from the torture.
Ulrica didn’t say a word, she pushed me to the nearest seat and grabbed a hairbrush on the dresser, I took that as a clue to continue.
“Her hair was a glorious tumble of star beam-gold and her virility-eyebrows set my heart a-thump. Her oxbow lips entirely drooled with goodness. Her lanky lashes kissed her cheeks when she shut her lid. I fell instantly the moment she called my name with her saccharine voice.” I mentally barf the moment I said those words.
I felt Ulrica’s grip on my hair loosen and I smirked in accomplishing the task of getting her mad. I thought she would leave like every other lady would when they got jealous. But in Ulrica’s case, it was the opposite of what I had thought. She burst into a pearl of laughter and I held back my anger.
“Since when did you start to care about how a lady looks? You that couldn’t tell my hair colour after years of friendship, you who hardly compliment a woman would notice all that about a lady you just met?” She scoffed and grabbed a lotion on the dresser.
I was perplexed beyond that a word could not describe how I felt. I couldn’t say anything to deny the obvious, Ulrica proved to me that she knew me more than I knew myself.
“Since you couldn’t say anything to deny it, I think I’m right. Prescott, you don’t love her, right? You still haven’t opened your heart to anyone. I’m glad your heart is still like it used to be, don’t worry about me, I will pretend like I never knew you don’t love her.” she brushed my hair to the back, leaving a few strands to a side.
“What are you trying to insinuate?” I growled out, Ulrica shrugged off her shoulders and lowered her head, looking straight into my eyeballs.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let it slide for now.” she moved closer, our faces were an inch apart. Her hot breath was all over my face.
I gulped down the lump that suddenly formed in my throat. Staring at her round plum-red lips was hard. I couldn’t resist the sight of her soft-looking lips.
“I have a request to make, but that would be after the coronation is over.” Ulrica moved a little closer, kissed the side of my mouth and straighten back on my feet. I heaved a sigh of relief and adjust myself on the seat.
The door opened to reveal the royal Beta, Wharton who gave us a suspicious look before closing the door and walking up to us.
“So much for that meek thing, huh?” Wharton mumbled to himself, I heard him clearly but I have no reason to start a fight with her.
“Why are you here?” he glared at Ulrica and she threw her hands in the air.
“Came to dress my friend for his wife’s Coronation,” she smirked hateful, Wharton scoffed before settling down beside Ulrica on the bed.
“I hate the fact that you’re making that mere werewolf the nation’s Queen. You seriously want her to rule over us?” he grumbled and Ulrica gasped in shock.
“A werewolf?!” she snickered, Wharton nodded his head and she stood up from the bed.
“Have you lost your mind? Why would you get married to someone below your standard?” She cried out, her eyebrows waggled in anger.
“What makes you think she was below my standard?” I couldn’t take her insult anymore, just because I can’t let them in on my plans did not give them the right to look down on whoever I said I want to marry.
“Isn’t she a werewolf? Didn’t you hear when Wharton said, your wife is a mere werewolf.” she quarrel, I stood up from the seat and fixed my wrist chain.
“You have no right to question me about who I am going to marry. ‘Below my standard’, you said, that’s rich coming from someone who holds no specific title in the nation, at least she’s going to become the Queen, what title do you have?” I barked at her, I was already tired of her silly nagging all the time.
Ulrica fell back into the bed, her mouth hung open in shock.
Wharton clamped his mouth shut and I appreciated him for not saying anything to get me mad more than I was.
“Lead the way to the ballroom, Royal Beta.” I turned away from them and made my way toward the exit.