SWORN TO THE ALPHA KING

[52.1] FACING TRUTHS

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"What are you looking at?"
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[SILVER RAYNE WILLIAMS]

I felt I was going to be sick.

Lady Elise's gaze purged mine. Even the smile she had adorned on her face, however practiced did not last long.

She had frozen, at the sight of me, openly staring, her eyebrows drawn in.

I lower my gaze, cursing at myself more. Stupid, stupid stupid.

For god sake, I couldn't have stood just a little to the left? She would have never spotted me at that angle, but no.

On no. I can never catch a break. Not Silver Rayne fucking Williams. Heaven forbid I'm granted just a single day of peace.

I'm already in the prince's chambers. A place I thought I would never be. Now this?

"Lady Elise," The Prince states, drawing me out of my thoughts. I note that It is a formal greeting.

My gaze slowly draws upwards just as her eyes finally shift off me, faltering to the Princes'.

Her mouth opens and closes as if she is dumbfounded, But she is quick to find footing, lowering her head, remembering to curtsy.

"Y-Your majesty," she repeats, as she bows. When she resurfaces her ladylike demeanor has returned, a sweet smile pasted on her face, but her eyes.

Her eyes speak words her lips seal. They are cold, uncertain, and even angry.

The Prince nods at her gesture as if he is at a ball, and he has been asked to dance. Stiff and practiced.

My eyebrows draw in at this as if just realizing how odd they look together. I swear they had been a perfect match once upon a time.

His eyes remain on her, still standing in the doorway.

"I have not forgotten our arrangement." he begins, "I found myself otherwise preoccupied. I will reschedule our rendezvous for another time."

Her smile falters at his direct words and even I feel the steel in them. No apologies, no nothing?

For a moment, even in this bloody predicament, I feel for Lady Elise. The questions she must have about the prince's otherwise cold demeanor to her. I'm sure she must have been told the same tales about how dedicated and obsessed fang were to their mates.

The prince was the farthest thing from the description. He was indifferent in every way.

"That will be—wonderful." she struggles to say, keeping her voice light and airy.

But a person of emotion such as myself can sense it is forced, and beneath it lies disappointment and confusion.

The Prince, however—

"Is there anything else?" he asks, after a short silence. Stale tone, formal as always.

Her smile falters again, her gaze shifting off him for a moment back to me. I quickly looked away, pursing my lips, trying to act like I was not listening in when it was quite obvious I was.

Still, I didn't want to make her think I was bathing in her dejection, in addition to taking her time away with Prince. That was just cruel, and the opposite I was trying to achieve.

"Uh-No," she managed to say.

My eyes found her.

Again, her smile though wider now was practiced, trying to hide the true emotion within.