The Intruder

Selara   Blackridge pack was everything and more.   Brick buildings, tall framed walls, and mighty trees. It was the biggest wolf pack up North, and now I see why they are so respected. And feared.   I had the opportunity to pass one of their military base, and if I must say, it was the size of my entire pack, I just could not believe, someone had a possession of this much land, every big building I passed, I was convinced it the was the pack house, just for us to pass it again, until I got to a valley where the car finally reduced its pace, and we drove in.   It was a whole new world here.   “This is your room, Lady Selara,” one of the guards who had escorted me from the car said.   A tall frame was opened, and the room was showcased: a wide four-post bed frame, a spacious living area, and a huge wardrobe. And heavy chandeliers above my head.   “Wow…” I turned to see the guard with a stoic expression.   My heavy heart soon became light, and I checked everything, feeling the thick luxurious bedclothes, followed by the curtains, then the huge mirror. If it were a dream, I wouldn’t want to wake up from it, it was magical here.   Soon, the moment was disrupted when a group of women walked into the room, all dressed in uniforms. The man who had initially led me inside stepped forward. I watched them carefully, some had clothes, while others escorted a truck of food, all were closed in gold colored plates.   “These maids will care for separate needs, which include setting your bath, and washing your skin. Others will take note of your food, and what you will like to eat, your clothing measurements, and your hair routine.”   I counted them, and they were twelve in number. I gulped down a ball of saliva.   “Wow.”    “Anything you need should be taken care of by them, and if you need what they can't offer, it is only sane you report to the prince himself.”    Speaking of the prince, he didn’t come down from the car I suspect he would be having a different room, not here. I expected him to give me his rule, too, I might have been given several maids, but in reality, I was very much under him.  He was my master.       “Thanks.” I finally said.   My legs were so sore now, from sitting in the car all day to walking all those stairs, I just couldn't stand one more second, so I pulled out a seat.   “I will leave you to have your rest.” The man bowed, then walked out, but the maids didn’t. Diligently, they placed the clothes on the bed, then came closer to me, setting the food platter before me.   So much food was placed on display, I would not know what to do with all of the, but oh boy was I hungry.   Scraping cheap oatmeal for so long. I had forgotten the scent of fresh meat and fish, my mouth watered. Quickly, I shoved my fingers into finely cooked meat. It tasted like paradise. I had only known my act was barbaric when I turned to see eyes blinking at me, all calm and quiet.   I gulped down a lump of meat, which I soon choked on. Three maids came rushing me, raising the glass to my lips, it was surely uncomfortable, having to be watched under intense surveillance.   I took a mouthful of the juice, then set it down.   “Uhm, will you ladies stay here? Like till it’s done?” I asked.   “If you want us, Lady Selara.” One of them said.   “So if I told you to leave, you would leave?” I asked again just to be sure I truly had that power, and they nodded.   “Please, can you leave. Maybe till I am done?”    They all bowed, and in an orderly form, they walked out of the room, closing the door behind them in such a manner that I didn’t hear it click.    “Wow…” I took a moment to take everything in. It all seems so good. I wish my parents were here to see it. They were so worried.  When I was about to leave, I promised them I would be fine.   Turning back to the food, I dropped the tiny spoon and then used my hands to cut the meat, deepening each piece of flesh into the bowl of sauce, until I had cleared half of its content, and there was no space left for a grain. I slumped on the chair. Tired and exhausted I slept off. ******   The sound of drizzle and water splashing on the floor filled me with such a calming sense. I had just woken up from a dream where I had seen myself in a field of flowers, and then the rain started before I woke up. My eyes flickered open to a new view,   The scene took a while to register. I was in the pack house in Blackridge Pack. I was in the room, and I had just slept after eating. But the plate was no longer before me. Neither were the bones from the meat scattered, everything was perfectly arranged.   “Shit!”   I had been intruded!!.   I jolted from my seat. How long have I slept? Who walked into the room, still wondering what had gone wrong, it became worse when I found out it wasn’t raining outside.   Someone had been in the bathroom all along.   Who could it be? Who would walk by me, sleeping like a sloth, walk into the bathroom, and decide to take a shower, all this happened while I had decided to take a nap.   I stepped on my toes, careful not to make noise as I strolled down. The door was slightly open. Whoever it was in the bathroom was producing so much steam, I could see the smoke coming out of the bathroom door. Finally reaching. I peeked through the open slit, but the fog was so thick, I didn’t see anything. I stepped in, more curious to know who had turned on the steamer while I was sleeping, when I heard Prince Draven from behind the fog.     “Enjoying the view?”