Tamed by the Lycan Prince

16- BREAKFAST

CHAPTER THREE

-WILHELMINA-

The following day, the sun began its ascent and its rays peeked through the parted curtains, illuminating the opulent suite. I rose early, my sleep having been restless and disturbed. The room, although majestic in design with its high ceilings and lavishly draped windows, felt empty and too large for one person to inhabit. The ornate furniture was made of rich mahogany and the bed was luxuriously dressed with velvet quilts and silk pillows that were fluffed to perfection. On the walls, priceless art hung in ornate frames that told stories of battles won and lost, of love found and squandered.

Stepping into the attached washroom, I was met with a row of gleaming golden faucets and a wide mirror framed with intricately carved silver. The opulence was suffocating. After a long, comforting shower, I wrapped myself in a plush robe hanging from one of the gilded hooks and meandered back into the suite, the plush carpeting cushioning my bare feet.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. My heart fluttered nervously as I called, "Come in." The door creaked open and Trisha entered, followed by a maid. The maid looked small and fragile. She was dressed in a simple gray uniform that was several sizes too large for her petite frame. Her eyes darted to and fro nervously under the stern gaze of Trisha.

"Good Morning, Mina." Trisha's voice was as sweet as honey, yet there was a cold edge to it that made me uneasy. The maid pushed a trolley heaped with fruits, pastries, coffee and other breakfast items into the room. She carefully arranged the table.

"I can see you've already taken care of your hygiene. Well done." She motioned towards the maid. "This maid is here to assist you in changing into appropriate attire for a Luna."

"Thank you," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Trisha smiled at me in the way a snake might smile at a mouse, all teeth and no warmth. The maid seemed equally as uncomfortable under her gaze.

"But I don't need someone to help me change. I can do that alone." I said.

"Of course you can, darling," Trisha cooed, with an indulgent smile. "But we wouldn't want you to strain yourself. It's important for the Luna to look her best. This is a grand occasion, after all."

"Grand occasion?" I asked.

"Yes, darling," Trisha's eyes twinkled with undeniable satisfaction. "You and Boris are going to have your first breakfast together. It's that wonderful."

My heart dropped into my stomach. Before I could say anything, she clapped her hands, summoning the maid who was standing meekly by the door. She started pulling out garments from a large wardrobe in the corner: an array of silk gowns in jeweled tones, adorned with delicate embroidery and intricate beadwork. Diamonds glistened and pearls shimmered under the morning light; each one more extravagant than the last.

"But I-" I began again, only to be interrupted by Trisha's stern glare.

"No buts, Mina," she curtly said, her facade of honeyed sweetness rapidly slipping away. "You mustn't keep my son waiting. You never keep the Alpha waiting." Her voice echoed through the vast suite with a sharp edge of finality.

The maid, shaking slightly under Trisha's oppressive gaze, finally settled on a gown that was a deep emerald green and appeared less extravagant than the others. She held it up in front of me, her hands trembling slightly. Even though it was less ornate, the gown had an austere elegance to it; the silk fabric and intricate embroidery still exuded an air of refined luxury.

Trisha nodded her approval with a tight smile, turning on her heel and sweeping out of the suite as suddenly as she had arrived. The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving me alone with the timid maid once again. We stared at each other for a moment; her fear-filled eyes echoed my own apprehension.