His Accidental Luna

HER FEARS, WELCOMED AS A ROYAL

CHAPTER 48: HER FEARS, WELCOMED AS A ROYAL

“We are pleased to have you grace us your presence, your highness.” The Queen of the Devonshire smiled accordingly, greeting Devon, and Zachary with a warm welcome that was genuine.

Devon blushed at the title she has been mistaken with. Flushed to which she did not let herself be conform as she lowered her head as a assign of respect. Meanwhile, the title seems to came natural with Soren—fine posture, and a softly carve mask of deception.

“We are also glad to be here, your highness.” She said.

On the other hand, she wasn’t in comparable to Devon who is meek and shy as she stood beside Zachary. She was trying to let loose his hold, but he wouldn’t budge. Zachary wouldn’t let go of her hand.

On her mind, panic seize her, when she felt the Queen’s gaze on her direction.

“And who may it be, if I may ask?” She asked, soft voice and a kind gaze she felt, but it is still making her nervous, scared that her mask be woven unconcealed.

She gnawed her lips, before she heard Soren to which churned her insides more horribly.

“It was my Lord’s friend, your highness.” Soren innocently stated.

Her wolf growled on her inner side, baring its teeth as both of them do not fancy what she said. Zachary may have felt the sudden changes on her emotion, and so he lightly squeeze her hand as if telling her that it was alright.

“Is that so?” Queen Nerissa chuckled. “Then what a beautiful friend you have. If you wouldn’t tell me, I would have assumed that she is your little queen that you haven’t announce yet.” She added as a joke.

The servants in synch with her as the King remain seated on her side, he looks serous, grimly face as if what one should expect to a good king to have. They were known as far as she could remember as Queen Nerissa, and King Luther of the Devonshire Kingdom. A two great ruler adherent with power, most love by the wolves as they made their home flourish, just and fair—if only even some packs, and Alphas could lead the same way as them. It just, it was far more different. Those who are lower were more than different to those who only wanted to create a kingdom to where the wolves could thrive without any fear. But it’s funny how they would mostly blame the rogues for being a rogue, when in fact it was them whose at fault for what happened. 

“I hope she is.” Zachary with meaning uttered, a small smile to which had urge Devon to lift her head made her look up to him.

He seems amused, glancing back at her with those spark on his eyes to which Devon could tell what may have been the meaning of. 

‘He really knows how to swept me on my feet.’ She thought, the anger they had earlier already vanished into thin air. Diminishing into an unending nothingness that no longer conformed Devon. 

Right before her eyes drifted past to where the throne was. 

This is the first time—her very first to see the two royal bloods of Devonshire right in front of her. Queen Nerissa is a beautiful woman. Her beauty seems to be out of this world as it can be compared towards the Goddesses they had. She have long silky hair that was tied in a bun, flatted in a curls which blooms atop of her hair giving her an ethereal look as well as the radiance coming from the regales that her crown made her appeared so. Ornamented diamonds and rubies indicating that she is a high rank wolf. She have a nice and smooth skin, pale complexion which perfectly suit her innocent face. She may age aged for years, but there’s no line, not event a hint even if she passed a hundred. 

Same with the Queen, the King is rather handsome than to what she imagine he would be. He looks firm, and serious, a handsome aristocrat who stood on his ground. He looks more than what she would often heard about them. Before, she imagine the King to be an old man, but never this handsome as if he was like what most wolves would dreamt of, handsome, dark and mysterious, but amongst all—a great Alpha of his age. What made her comical was the fact that no matter how much they were admired, Devon was still against with the idea of the customs that they valued. Imagine what the princes would suffered from. 

Unknowingly her heart was saddened by the thought, but she did not let it show on he face. 

She offered then a smile, most especially the Queen who is looking at her rather in a curious way. 

“It was my pleasure to meet you, your highness. “ Full of respect, she lowered her head again utter submission before she lifted it after a moment shortly. 

The Queen’s orbs seems to glistened. 

“I think I would be fancy seeing your friend, my Lord.” She said to Zachary. 

“As long as she will be back in one piece, I wouldn’t mind at all, your highness.” Zachary added. 

That made Devon forced her lips, but later on she smile, shaking her head as she join their amused laughter, well, Soren would always be an exemption again. 

Afterwards, after the talk prolongs, they were soon lead to the room that were consecutively given to them. It was just a relief, or one could literally say, and felt how relieved Devon was when Soren has been separated with them. The Queen did not even question on why she would be sharing a room with the King of the Reinsworth kingdom, of course she may have sniffing something between the pair just like what she presumably assumed. 

“This feels nice.” Upon knowing that it was just the two of them, Devon quickly feel the softness of the mattress, how good it was against her back as she lie there immediately. 

She couldn’t help it, but let out a gratified sigh, satisfied for the room as well as to how they had been welcomed. It was large, the ceiling is high, and there is this chandelier which is hanging atop of the bed, the diamonds is to where the lights reflected the luminosity coming from the sun. The walls are painted with a cream colored hue, smeared all the way that was making the ambiance homey. It was if it really feels like she was back at home on her mother’s arms although she wasn’t. The sky outside is clear. The clouds are white and there are some part which is hinting a blue color hinting that there wouldn’t be any rain coming front. 

Devon could decipher that today they would have a good weather definitely or so what she thought. 

“It is?” Zachary joined her. 

But instead of lying on her side, the latter choose instead to life on top of her, lying his head on her chest. He was pressing her, but at the same time, he was holding his weight, as if he was afraid not to hurt her. The gesture made her blushed, and smiled all the way, leading for her hand to absentmindedly go for his hair. Devon softly run her fingers across his locks. They were soft, although messy. Much silkier than to her strands that were often knotted if not brushed. 

“I like your hair.” She said, smiling. 

“You do?” Zachary’s words were muffled, but she managed to make it all out, in spite of. 

“I do.” She admitted. “Sometimes I wonder what you had been using to maintain it this way.”

“I only wash it with water.” He said. 

“Liar.” Devon jokingly rolls her eyes. “As of I'll believe that.”

This made Zachary chuckled. 

“Then perhaps I can show you how I washed it?” Zachary lifted his head from how he hurried it on her chest, chuckling. 

Her suggestion to which made the steams coming from her cheeks be intense. 

“Y—you…” She stammered.

“What?” The matter pretended to be clueless, oblivious about what he is speaking to. “I only said I’ll let you see so that you’ll believe me, but I didn’t say that I’ll let you watch, while I was having shower—or perhaps you would prefer it that way—”

Her eye widened. Devon quickly bring her hand and covered his mouth. 

“D—don’t you dare!” She warned him, giving him the eye on the process.

Zachary placed his hand on top of hers, and guided her hand to the side of his cheeks as if Devon was caressing it. 

“I wouldn’t mind, you know?” Full of affection, Zachary soon guided her knuckles to his lips, and planted a soft kisses on her fingers. Each one receive one and it gave her butterflies on her stomach. His gesture to which made Devon’s heart to fluttered all the way same as before. “After all, I was yours. I will always be yours, darling.”

Although what he was suggesting was kind of shameless, she wonder sometimes how can Zachary be crude, but sweet at the same time when she least expected it from him. 

On the other hand, Queen Nerissa although she isn’t feeling good about the tradition, she couldn’t contain her smile at their encounter—Zachary’s friend and her. It was as if there is something on that woman who made her drawn, a warm feeling of familiarity that touches her soul. 

“I could tell that she is kind.” She uttered underneath her breathe as she walked. 

Nerissa had just excused herself from the throne to looked up with her son. Besides, she couldn’t withstand the King’s presence for awhile. Nerissa is still betrayed by the fact that he did not tell her anything at all regarding to what would be the reason of their quick return back to the Kingdom. Only for the tradition to be fulfilled, and their son be offered for the people. The bitterness still lingered on her chest. Nerissa is hurt, but the pang she felt was for her children. Now that she still couldn’t find Tarik’s mate.

Nerissa let out a sigh, and preceded. Lost in thought as she walked, and trotted. That’s when they heard—she heard a loud and ferocious growl as the Palace walls shook. 

It made her stop on her tracks. 

Nerissa’s chest thumped loudly. Her nerves seems to be rake up by something as she could tell whom it may have belongs to. 

“Tarik…” She uttered and trailed of. 

Nerissa’s eyes widened. 

Long before she realized it she was running to where it may have been coming from. She was totally lost, neglecting the guards and her servant’s calls from behind as they run after her trail. Fear gripped her chest as the drummed continue to loudly urged the adrenaline that was filling in her system. 

The loud growls lead her be to where she was least expecting. 

It was coming from the dungeon! One of the deepest placed inside the Palace. It was the darkest to where no light looms. But it was there for a reason at all. 

With her quick pace, Nerrisa was unbothered by how sweat she was, nor how damp her clothes are becoming adherent quite at the moment. All she wanted was to ease Tarik’s cries and his episodes of losing himself again. It was the curse that has been making him suffered, the torment as he did to which he would bear alone, and never shared at all. 

A twinge of guilt made it all the way to Nerissa’s chest. She couldn’t help it, but feel somehow worried across, but more especially, the guilt that was eating her alive. The kind of guilt, but it wasn’t her fault wasn’t it? How can it be her fault, when all she ever wanted was to become a mother? 

Why does fate was cruel? When all Nerissa was asking for was to have her children—safe and secured, and not cursed at all. 

@cycy