My King

Chapter 20 - Through the curtain.

Chapter 20 - Through the curtain.

Marcys Savage

I'm awoken by the angry and loud knocks on the door. I'm forced to sit up in the bed to stare upon the door, annoyance seen in my frown.

It's too damn early.

"Come in" I call keeping my voice on a low volume, Luka asleep soundless beside me. His moving chest telling me he's still alive, even though he appears dead.

The door creaks open, its protest be known, as it's pushed, the hinges crying. Alaska' goofy smile revealed from the ajar space is enough to make my eyes narrow in suspicion. He looks between my mate's asleep figure and me, before his gaze settles firmly on me. A raised brow is given, my annoyance on show.

This wasn't how I wish to start my morning. I grumble under a low breath, Alaska gulping and gifting me an apology smile that waver in strength, his nervousness visible. I roll my eyes dramatic at his childish demeanor, and clear my throat to regain his attention, so he'll let his annoying reason for his presence known. 

A large grin fills his dumb face. "Sorry to disturb your highness, but Rosaline is here to see Luka" He explain his interruption on my sleep, his reason not reaching the tower high of valid reasons for interrupting me when sound asleep.

Your highness my ass. My wolf growls his disdain.

"Who the fuck is this, Rosaline?" I spat her name, the knowledge that she's the reason for my suffering, painfully presented.

He throws me a softer curved smile, seemingly not bothered by my annoyance. "Luka's mother" He states curtly, the information given not sitting well with me, but allowing my anger to vanish.

"He'll be with you shortly"

"Thanks" He nods his appreciation and allow the door to fall closed upon his absence. 

I stare upon Luka's still sleeping state, a wonder on his ability to stay asleep put upon me, that whole exchange would have woken me up at first word spoken. Must be nice to sleep like a fucking rock.

He appears kinda cute, and a want to pinch his soft stubble covered cheek is put upon my restrains, a temptation set in my gut. A little confused by how I could have overlooked how cute he looks asleep, maybe if I had cared even a little bit, I would have noticed it. His mouth opens and light snores are being released, every time he exhales.

Love to stop his breathing - Just for a second to see him struggle. The exhaustion I felt after the funeral is drawn on me, and I wish I had more hours to spare for my sleeping needs. The funeral was unnecessary according to me, and boring as all hell. The men who gave their lives as a present to my monster, should count themselves lucky to be used as my personal toy. The songs and all the crying were giving me a pounding headache, and the glares put upon me was putting a strain on my restrains. If I was prideless, I would have groveled at my mate's feet and begged like a starved homeless man seeking food. My presence was unnecessary and unappreciated, but the determination in his eyes told me all I needed to know. 

Fighting was a lost battle. I'm famous for being able to coil myself out of things I find unpleasant or just plain boring, but that day I had met my match. I was blindsided by my pride and ignorance. I should have stayed in bed that day too.

The ruined furniture was replaced when I reappeared in our room when the funeral ceremony had passed, and the shiny surfaces was blinding, as the sun peeking through the white curtains. The knowledge of who replaced every furniture wasn't revealed, but they should be famous for their quickness and efficiency. The new furniture was even more luxury than the last, the colors reflecting royalty. Even the fucking furniture has to be royal.