---- around me.
The cheers silence down and I hear the praises turn into gossip.
Isn't she his daughter? Your highness hasnt left her? The barter is void.
What is he doing with her? T thought he killed her with her family.noveldrama
Her hands held in mine tremble and I tighten my grip on them.
She looks up with those innocent eyes and I pull her along to take her inside.
People were bowing and stepping away from us.
The council was waiting for us inside But her legs were faltering.
Her head was lowered.
And I feel a strange protectiveness hit me.
---- eee I lean closer to her and whisper in her ear.
Making her eyes to snap up at me.
The only person you should bow in front of, is me, doll.
Now look up and watch everyone in their eye like the Queen that you are.
She looks up and soon all those who were gossiping.
stop and drop their heads.
Not meeting her eyes.
That's like my woman.
Interlocking her clammy hands in mine I walk in to celebrate the biggest day of the last two decades.
The coronation of the Next Werewolf King Aka me Xavier King.
---- ee Tam happy.
This is the greatest feeling one can ever feel.
The most powerful and supreme who no body can question let alone stop.
But along with that there was a strange ache in my heart.
The ache of seeing that fake smile on her lip.
It would have been so much better if she was truly happy with me becoming the werewolf king and not faking it.
But then again, it would mean I am expecting too much from her.
She was here just because of the barter.
She was just a replaced wife.
And both me and her know her reasons for staying is an heir.
Then what are these strange feelings.
Why is the sadness in her eyes effecting me? ---- eee = No.
I can't do the same mistake again.
Its better if this strange cold hot relationship between us doesn't get a name Because the day it does, it will ruin everything Some things cannot be seen.
Yet have a presence.
Like the air around us.
And that's what my doll and I were.
Fucking oxygen, pumping into each other.
Keeping our hearts beating which have been long longing to stop.
Naming things only break things.
And now that I have barely learned to live again, I can't afford to break.
Not again.