CINDE, The Kings Mate (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Twenty Five

[A/N]  My apologies to everyone for my extended vacation.

I caught chicken pox and I felt very ill for a long space of time.

I did in fact notify my followers of the little holiday I would be taking but I know, unfortunately, the majority of my readers do not follow me and would not have received this update.

Well I have returned now. For those of you that are unaware I also have a timetable on my page that should inform you when I plan on updating what book.

Thank you for your patience.

I pulled Verity into a hug as we edged slowly towards the large ancient ever plated door on my way out.

She was warm and it reminded me how much I'd been missing out on without the lady in my life since my enslavement. She was the embodiment of warmth and I felt humbled she was willing to spend so much time researching and groundwork to make me happy.

Even as aware as I was that this trip would probably not fare well with Veldore's good nature, it seemed the perfect chance to come back in one piece as healthy as ever and prove to my mate that I could travel outside the castle and still return as well as when I left.

I knew Veldore did not like to talk of it, however I was aware that his possessiveness stemmed from somewhere. And I hoped it was one proof would overrule.

Do not mistake my intentions.

I love Veldore when he guards and shelters me. He makes me feel warm and safe.

However I feel anxious that maybe soon one day I will eventually begin to feel more trapped than I once did collared to a wall by my sisters.

I never ever wanted to feel as though my mate was caging me as I once did with my so named family.

Verity told me on the way out what time I should meet her in the morning to progress our plan, and I couldn't help the sense of slyness that followed. Somehow the idea of disobeying Veldore was dangerously exhilarating.

I left her there, in the library, as she had other information to see from the great leather bound books along the walls.

In a way, I envied her. I had yet to learn to read and yet I was well informed on how much significance every wall bound book had to the world. At times I wished the talent would come flushing into my mind. As though I could maybe wake one morn and find a half opened book by the bedside, a bookmark between the pages and placed by my hand.

I stumbled back and swung myself around as I felt a heavy hand tap my shoulder.

There was a guard remaining outside the door and the way his gaze fell down on me made me nervous. Since my- well- arrest of sorts, my wolf had taken to the instinct of protection when I saw a man in armor.

"Oh dear." I frowned, my face paling somewhat. "Please tell me I'm not late. The clock had yet to chime, I promise I was sure I was on time." I felt my hands tingle as I felt the pressure swell.

However it was to my relief that the guard shook his head no and took a step closer to me, fumbling through the belt jackon on his hip as he spoke. "No your majesty. You are not late."

"I am not?"

He shook his head once more. "Not at all your highness."

I stared at him. The confusion blunt on my raised brow. "Then w-"