Chapter 5

I lay upon the bed for about twenty minutes before bored and I decide to explore more of the castle. The King showed me countless of rooms, but nothing stood out to be other than the library where a rolling ladder is, begging for me to take a spin across the shelves on. Finding myself back at the doors of the palace, the doors to the outside ahead, the guards staring right ahead, as if acting like they do not exist. It's been two hours since I saw the King and I've gotten very bored. I want to go home, plus, I pay rent in two days. "Excuse me, could you open the doors?" I ask, watching the two men, awaiting for them to aid me, but they ignore me. "I'd really appreciate a car as well, like someone to drive me back to the city, I have some business to do there." Footsteps echo across the throne room, causing me to look over my shoulder. He stands there, a navy robe behind him, attached by a silver across his shoulders, a white fur running over the edges of the robe. A crown lays upon his head, one of silver, but not complete solid silver in one long strand, but silver strands woven together, diamonds and sapphires covering the crown everywhere, the beauty of the crown making me no longer question why so many werewolves gossip about the crown about when it is polished or something like that. "Lyra, there you are, up to anything?" He offers me a white smile, one you'd see from a movie star. "Yes, I was wanting to get someone to drive me back to the city," I explain, crossing my arms as I see him take off the crown, running a hand through those locks, on the verge of midnight black, different from the color in the park. "No one will be driving you back," he replies, quite coldly, his eyes hardening as I frown. "Then I shall walk," I retort, looking back to the guards as they move, the spears once held by their sides now forming an X across the door. "Excuse me." I decide to not bother with them, but put my hands upon the doors, trying to push them open, to get them open, only, they stay sealed shut. "They won't open unless I let them." Walking back to the throne room, I brush past his shoulder, catching a whiff of his scent as I look for the doorway to the North Wing. I have no clue. "Lyra, you're not leaving until I want you- "You don't even know me, you may hate me by tomorrow," I snap, looking over to him, my gaze hard as a small smirk cross his face. I can't believe I'm talking to the King like those, as if he's just some common person. "I'd better get going." I storm out of the room, trying to think of a way out of here. Just as I pass the doorway into a long hall with windows looking out upon the lake, I'm grabbed from behind, pulled against a hard chest as my front is pushed against the glass of the window. "Don't you ever dare give me your back again," his voice growls in my ear, making me cower as my wolf's ears go down. His embrace is tight, but not the loving tight, but threatening. "Do you understand?" "Yes...Leo," I whisper, my forehead against the cold glass as I look out upon the lake, scared of him breaking the glass and throwing me to the water. Fingers wrap around my chin, causing my head to be pulled back, resting upon his shoulder as I'm forced to look into his eyes. "You leaving is not a good idea, Lyra, and if you ever try, I will not be the nice guy." I don't doubt it, I believe him fully. I'm scared of what he is capable of, and he could get away with it, he's the King. He could feed me to the dogs and no one would dare disagree unless they wanted to join me as well. "Don't leave." I nod, my chin burning as he grips it tightly. "I won't," I whisper, my voice barely even there as his hands loosen, falling to my waist as he shuts his eyes. "Good." As we stand there, I wonder about his mate, about the woman he is supped to be with, who is supposed to be Queen. What happened to her, or has he already found her. I do not think I will ever know. All I know is that he will be mad if I leave, and if I stay, I have no clue what will happen.