I wanted to see what they would do to me. In a flash, there were two guards before me.
“The boy’s escaped!” One of them shouted, and just like that, the Lycan’s nephew, Rayhan, came out of his room, his eyes flashing green. One glance at the bloody glass in my hand, and he rushed into the room behind me. One of the guards disarmed me in a flash, pinning me to the wall.
“What did you do?” He growled as the other one followed Rayhan into the prince’s room.
“What’s going on?” The Lycan’s cold voice asked.
I turned to see him and the Queen Luna coming up the stairs. My heart began racing, no matter how calm I tried to act.Now we’ll see what they do. Their true colours.
His eyes flashed when he saw the glass in my hand and was that fear in his eyes? The Queen Luna paled as she hurried past us to check up on their precious son.
“Dante, are you okay?” the Queen whispered, worry clear in her voice.
“Yes, perfectly fine. May I sleep now?” His haughty reply came. I frowned as the King muttered something in relief from the doorway.
“You’ve done it, kid,” The guard muttered, his face pale.
“Scared you didn’t do your job properly?” I scoffed fearlessly. What was the most they would do? Hurt me? I didn’t care. Padre had done much worse. I was used to it.
“Watch it,” he growled.
“Go question him. I’m tired, I want to rest.”
“You really are a little prince,” the Queen’s relieved voice came.
The Lycan King stepped in front of me. His face was unreadable, his eyes sharp as he stared at my bloody hand.
“How the fuck did you get in there?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve done far more complicated things with broken bones. What is one balcony away?” I replied rudely.Go on, show me your true colours…
The Queen and Rayhan stepped out of the room and shut the door behind them.
“Let’s take this somewhere else,” the Queen suggested softly.
“I’ll head back,” Rayhan replied with a nod before casting me a final glance and returning to his room.
To my surprise, the Queen put her hand on my shoulder, and I felt the pain in my hand vanishing. I pulled away from her, confused. Why heal me?
“How about we go downstairs to the kitchen?” She suggested, motioning the guards away. The King smirked slightly.
“Still the Queen you were born to be,” he remarked as he led the way down the stairs.
Five minutes had passed, and the Queen Luna had put a glass of milk and some warm chocolate cake with ice cream in front of me as I sat there on the bar stool. How strange. I tried to kill her son, and she was giving me a treat? I wanted to think it was poisoned, but I knew her enough to know it wasn’t. She was a strange one.
“Where’s mine?” the King asked.
“You had ice cream already…”
“Well, since I can’t have my favourite dessert, I need to settle for what I can get, and I still crave more dessert,” he replied, his cold eyes fixed on her.
She smiled and, turning away, began to fix him a plate. I didn’t touch mine, staying silent. What was going on?
“What were you trying to achieve?” he asked me suddenly.
“Padre wanted him, so I wanted to kill him. For Padre,” I replied monotonously. Even to me, my reason sounded empty. Why did I want to do it for padre?
The Queen turned, her eyes full of sadness and worry.Yes, now you know that I’m not someone you should be worrying or caring about.
