Amora
I looked at the horizon, unsure of my feelings toward it. It was bright and beautiful yet a dark haze surrounded me. A year in this place changed me, and I know I'm used to it. I'm used to the change and the people around me. The people of this kingdom were happier than ever, living lives with the ones that they love. Even when they couldn't have children, they made the best out of it. I sighed softly trying to grasp their way of thinking.
It's hard to do so when you feel so trapped. Trapped in the past, Devana always says when she sees my mind wander. We'd gotten much closer than I expected and, if I dare say it, we'd become friends. That's what Mary calls it. I decided to assign them as my maids even though I didn't need them. I just liked the company of the wise women besides Draken.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Draken's large frame entered our room, something that begin to happen yesterday. I had slept comfortably in his arms, having the best sleep I'd ever had. I had felt safe. He gave me a small smile before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
"I wanted to tell you that we will be having a guest today. The Fae King decided to visit us." I scrunched my eyebrows up in confusion before nodding.
"He's a good friend of the kingdom. He is looking for his mate."
"What is his name?" I asked curiously.
"Kratos." He said before looking at the crown that shimmered in the light as it adorned my head. I smiled softly.
I had gradually begun to lean towards their traditions and grew to love them. A few locks were sorted throughout my hair as it freely flowed and my once clear skin was adorned with tattoos and jewelry to decorate it. I ran my fingers across them, remembering the day I'd gotten them with Draken.
He expressed to me how much it would mean to him if I wore the traditional headpieces of the Queen, and I couldn't deny him.
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Amora and Draken sat side by side on their thrones as they waited for the Fae King to be presented. Chatter was all around them as they conversed with one another.
"Does he have a mate?" She questioned, curious. She has never seen a face before, being in a castle full of humans. It was interesting to see many different beings besides herself.
"So curious." He chuckled. "No, he hasn't met his mate yet. But his younger brother, Fynn, has." He said with a small smile as if he was remembering something. And he was. He remembered the day he and his friend were going into a cavern for drinks when he spotted the redhead beauty tending the bar.
They both stared at each other as it registered that they were mates. With time and so many dates that Draken thought were silly, Ren and Fynn had finally mated and now she was pregnant with their 5th child. She had always joked about getting Fynn neutered since he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
The doors were opened and the chatter stopped as Kratos made his way into the room with a huge grin. That grin was only short-lived when he saw the blonde in a grand chair next to his friend. And it confused him further when he saw the girl bared no mark.
Amora felt a pull to the man that entered. Something told her to investigate further, but she didn't. There was a familiarity about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
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Amora (18+)
Werewolf(Book 1.5 of the Mythology Series) Amora was a slave that was abused mentally and physically. But even she knew that she was above these people when her body showed immense power at such a young age. It only took one man to guide her to her true pat...
