Nova’s POV
I sat down quietly, staring at the vacant seat of my sister, Tamsyn across from me. I remember she sent a word earlier that she wouldn’t be joining us for breakfast, making me stuck between our parents in the dining room, while waiting for the Lycan King who would be joining us for breakfast.
My mind wandered to the previous evening when my sister was telling me to bring His Majesty to her at all costs. Somehow, I felt excited to help my sister, but when it dawned on me that the person we were scheming against was His Majesty, I felt my heart tighten in fear.
The door slowly crept open, and His Majesty strode inside the room with his sharp gaze on me. Each step he took made me feel like he was here to chide me for the scheme that would be happening anytime soon.
Am I really going to do it? Should I just confess to His Majesty and perhaps make my sister come back to her senses?
I was still lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear when my parents were asking me to stand up and greet His Majesty.
“Your Majesty!” My parents called, standing up to their feet, paying respect to the Lycan King who seemed not to give a darn about their greetings as his gaze remained on me.
Prescott smiled as he made his way to the table, he pulled out an empty seat beside me and sat down. He looked tired and his smile looked sad.
“Sit down, please,” he said to my parents, they hastily sat back down on their various seats as if they had been waiting for his order all day.
“My Queen,” Prescott called, grabbing my attention. I gasped when I realised I was still in my seat, not acknowledging His Majesty’s presence.
I hastily got up from my seat and bowed to the man who had his gaze fixed on me. “Greetings, your Majesty,” I mumbled, fidgeting my nails as my head remained bowed to the floor.
Prescott chuckled softly, he propped his elbow on the table and asked for me to sit. “Please, seat down, my Queen.”
I gulped hard before plugging back into the seat. Glaring at the dishes in front of me.
“Yesterday,”
“Thanks for joining us for breakfast,” I uttered, cutting his Majesty off whatever he was about to say.
I grabbed a fork from the table, stabbing it into my breakfast of Macaroni and Cheese. I sniffed as I raised the fork to my lips, slowly eating my breakfast with my heart tightening in pain.
“Oh,” I heard Prescott sigh before taking his eyes off of me.
The maid walked in and served him his usual meal of steak and red wine.
Everyone was eating in silence until I raised my head only to see Prescott staring at me with a sad smile on his face.
“Are you okay?” he mouthed, not wanting to talk out loud so he won’t divert my parent’s attention to us.
“I’m fine,” I mumbled, glaring at him as he kept giving me a smile that told me he knew about our plan. Or so I guessed.
“Okay,” he shrugged off his shoulders before taking his gaze back to his plate.
I gulped, staring down at my plate of macaroni and cheese, I had already lost my appetite and I couldn’t bring myself to eat anymore.
I was still playing with my food when I saw a hand, dropping a piece of steak on my plate. I already knew who it was but I couldn’t help but raise my gaze to look at him.
“What?” I grumbled, glaring at Prescott who had a sly grin on his face.
“You’re not eating your food,” he motioned to my plate and I shot him a killer glare, “What?” he chuckled, dropping another piece of steak onto my plate.”
“I don’t need it, take back your steaks.” I stabbed my fork into the two pieces of steak on my plate, dumping it on his plate.
Prescott grinned, sliced his steak into two and dumped a slice into my plate. “You need to eat steak to grow, kiddo!”
“What the hell!” I slammed my fist on the table, startling my parents as they darted their gaze at me.
“Novalie, dear,”
“Princess,”
I groaned, took my palm off the table and moved my gaze to my parents, giving them an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry, Dad. Mom, I’m sorry.” I whispered, moving a strand of hair away from my face.
“Are you okay?” Dad asked he had a worried look plastered to his face.
“Please be more careful, His Majesty is here.” Mom groaned before moving her gaze to Prescott who remained muted in his seat.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty!” Mom apologized on my behalf and I wondered what that was for.
“No problem, Luna.” he smiled, taking a slice of steak into his mouth, munching quietly as he picked up his glass of wine.
I gulped, and with a last bow, I moved my gaze to my plate to see his steak sitting pretty on my plate.
“Oh, great.” I rolled my eyes, picked the steak up with my fork and took a bite from it.
As expected, it didn’t taste so great, so I dropped the rest back on my plate and grabbed a cup of sparkling water with extra ice on the table, gulping it down my throat.
Prescott leaned forward and moved his face to my ear, “Doesn’t it taste great? Do you love it?” he asked, smiling as he stared at the half-bite steak on my plate.
“Great?” I chuckled, and picked up my fork that still had the steak hanging on it, “It tastes like shit!” I smirked, dumping the steak back onto his plate.
He took it with a smile on his face. “Thanks for the kiss.” he winked, taking a bite of the place I had bit.
I gasped, moving my palm to my mouth as I tried to take the fork back from him. “Give me that!”
“What? Are you that desperate to have a taste of my mouth?” he chuckled, I laughed, feeling embarrassed as I slightly hit his upper arm.
“That’s not what I intend to do.” I groaned, taking a light sip from the water.
“Then what is it you want to do?” he raised his brows, looking a little bit clueless as he said that but I knew he was faking it. He was fucking teasing me by acting clueless.
“Nothing.” I groaned, my gaze unconsciously moved to my parents to see them staring at us… Especially me, with a confused look on their faces.
“Please, continue your food, Your Majesty.” I cleared my throat, moving my gaze away from my parents who were giving me disbelief stares.
“Prescott,” He groaned, moving his glass of wine to his mouth, he parted his lips and slowly took a few gulps of his wine.
“What?” I mentally yelled at him as I watched his gullet move up and down as he drank the wine. Why did he call out his name and begin drinking wine next? Was he trying to seduce me or what?
“What’s what? I’ve told you to start calling me by my name. I love it when you say my name.” he dropped his glass, staring at me with a drop of his dream, dripping from the corner of his mouth, and down to his neck.
He raised his neck a bit, grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped the side of his mouth, down to his neck.
“Prescott!” I gasped, panting heavily as I watched his act of seduction.
“Yes! Just like that.” he smiled, took my hand and placed the napkin in my palm. “You might want to keep that. Who knows, you might want to sniff that when you miss me.” he winked before standing up from the seat.
I watched him with my mouth hung open as he took the majestic stride away from the dining area. The click of his boots on the tiled floor sounded like a melodious beat to my ears.
“Why is he doing this to me?” I mumbled to myself. I gripped my chest and I felt my heart, beating hard against my chest.
Just when I was still fantasizing over a man who was making me go crazy, a tiny voice of Tamsyn echoed in my mind making me go numb in my seat.
“Nova, make sure you bring that beast to the dark store.” she groaned, and cut the link as soon as she made herself clear to me.
“I’m done eating!” I stood up from my seat and bowed a little time my parents before running up to meet His Majesty’s pace.
Am I going to regret this? Will this result cost our species their lives? Will Tamsyn succeed in killing His Majesty?
Those were the questions that flooded my brain as I ran out of the dining room.
Somehow, I feel like Tamsyn will fail and I will regret ever agreeing to this scheme against the man who made me his Queen.