Entitled // caius volturi

Chapter 7 // The huntress.

She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.-

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*rowens room*
March 26th, 2006.
Volterra, Italy.
Rowen's pov.

"Just a little bit tighter, your majesty." My lady of the bedchamber, Aeryn, spoke.
She was a mature vampire, short at around five foot, with fiery red hair that almost matched her eyes.

Aeryn was turned in her 40s, she lived with a coven for a while but in the end, she became a Volturi member, often attending to mundane tasks around the castle. When Caius had asked if I wanted help getting dressed I had initially said no, that was until I saw my closet. Instead of my usual items of clothes, jeans, sweaters and such were replaced with racks upon racks of fine corsets, extravagant gowns and detailed riding clothes. He had arranged for my wardrobe to contain everything I would ever need as a queen but also as a lady of court a few hours after finding out I was his mate, almost a week ago.

At that time he had the guards build some stables on the castle grounds, he had even hired a stable man to take care of the horses.

Caius had told me he had found two horses a mare and a stallion, for us to ride together, he has been more than eager to join me on horseback.

Aeryn was currently standing behind me tightening the strings on my corset, and Caius was standing at the door arms crossed as he watched my breath hitch. Even as a vampire a corset was torturous.

"There you go, my queen., we just have your garbs next."
Aeryn commented, tying off the corset strings into a small bow. She then helped me into my riding attire. A pair of black leather riding pants, a burgundy peasant shirt, a floor-length black and crimson opulent riding coat, and silver buttons that stopped just above my midsection, that kept the jacket closed.

The same buttons decorated the cuffs of the jacket which had a scaled design. She had already braided my waist-length hair loosely letting it rest down my back.
Once Aeryn had clasped the last button shut on my jacket she stepped back with a proud smile. She curtsied before exiting my chambers.

I turned around to be faced with Caius, his hand coming to brush against my cheek, over the week we've spent together I've noticed that his love language is physical touch and intimacy. He preferred to show me his love through gentle touches and tender gestures over words and emotions.
I rather found I preferred that too.

"You look exquisite, La mia regina. Shall we?"
Pulling away he held out his arm for me to place my hand in the crook of his elbow. Doing so we left my chambers in a blur.

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