The Rogue's Mate | 𝐆𝐮𝐆𝐮

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The pitter patter of rain can be heard miles away. Gracefully turning the pages of the book she's reading, Guinevere Baroque, proud princess of the Gorge pack, is ultra-focused on her studies.

She's the top student of the academy and failure is not on her to-do list. Studying religiously is her habit along with practicing fighting techniques and magic. Vacation has come, yet the girl is buried on her books. Her definition of fun is not as extravagant as normal girls.

"Good evening, your highness. It is time for your bed." The smell of sweat and mahogany wood permitted in the air.

"Sir Astaroth, can't you see I'm occupied at the moment?" Guinevere continued flipping the pages.

Astaroth, a beta of their kingdom and her assigned knight sighed at her stubbornness.

"Tomorrow, a meeting will be held, your highness. Do not forget that your 18th birthday will occur this coming Monday. There will be a lot of preparations and you need to have proper rest to get on for tomorrow." Her knight reasoned with her.

"Just let me read this part of the chapter, Sir Astaroth." Drowning out everything, only the letters of the book have spun around her brilliant mind.

"As long as you promise you would immediately retreat to your chambers for rest, your highness."

"Of course, Sir Astaroth."

She leaned at the back of the chair and stretched her arms. Sir Astaroth watch her every movements anticipating for her to break her oath. Totally the opposite though, she mustered all her grace to close the book and return them to the right section of the library.

"Good night, your highness." Her knight followed her to send her safely to her chambers and bid good night with a respectful bow. 

Guinevere curtsied and closed her chamber's door. She picked up her night gown and attempted to remove her gown when a sudden thud is heard outside the hallway. Her brows furrowed at the noice so she decided to investigate the situation outside.

Opening up the door of her chambers, the mettalic smell of blood and mahogany invaded her sensitive nostrils. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and suspiciously looks around the hallway.

It was eerily quiet, not the type of peaceful quiet. Goosebumps erupted from her skin. Something doesn't feel right in here.

"Sir Astaroth?" She called out in the hallway.

Silence. The hallway seems longer and darker. She can still smell the pungent odor of blood but can't pinpoint where it's location is. One thing she knows though: it's Sir Astaroth's blood she just whiffed. Her omegan instincts are telling her that something is absolutely wrong and it heightened her senses.

She looked around and caught a glimpse of blue aura surrounding the castle. Magic?

Her eyes widened in realization. The castle is under attack! It seems like the enemy is using some sort of magic to make it seem like the castle is fine on the outside but in the inside it is not. When realization hit her, she remove the magic on herself. She isn't a prodigy for nothing. Casting an illusion to someone is easy but having everyone in the castle under it seems impossible, she needs to be cautious for she doesn't know who her enemy is and what are their objectives. 

When the ilussion is removed, the assault of blood is more prominent. Fire was everywhere. The hallway is wrecked and the people of the castle are being burned by magic. The howls of agony and pain rings to her ears and she suppressed the urge to gag at the smell of burning flesh.