Lycan Lies

Chapter 02: Well, fuck my life.

*LILAC*

Every second that ticks draws me closer to my doom, in less than twelve hours, my life will take a drastic turn.

I bite back the tears that have been threatening to fall since I was told I would get married to the Prince of the werewolf city. It is the night to my wedding, and I can hear as Nina and Dad make arrangements towards it.

Chairs scrape against each other, low chatters from the maids and the subtle music playing is enough to remind me of my pending disaster.

I am Nineteen, and I am getting married, I didn't even get the chance to go to college. If anyone ever told me this was going to happen, I would only have laughed at the joke, but staring at my wedding dress that hangs against my door, I can tell this is no joke. I, Lilac Hirav, am getting married tomorrow.

Funny how unexpected things take place much to one's dismay.

The knock on my door draws me out of my thoughts and my Father walks in. "Dad," I greet.

Dad sighs and settles down on the bed beside me, the bed dipping as his weight presses down on it. He stays silent for a while and then he speaks. "My little Lili is getting married, how time flies." He grins as he says that, but even I can see through it and detect the fakeness.

I shrug, "Indeed how time flies, who knew I would be getting married to a Lycan Prince? I mean, it's quite hilarious."

"You know it is against my power to do anything about it, His Excellency already signed the agreement.."

"He signed the agreement for Milo, not me. What am I even to do, do I have to bear her name too?"

"The Prime Minister knows that Milo isn't the bride, so you will keep your name... Lili, this is for the best," Dad says.

For the best, not my best. Ever since my mother died, everything I did in this household has always been for the best even if my best is not included.

I blame the prime minister though, for using Dad's loyalty to push him to marry Nina because if Dad had not married Nina, I would probably not be in this mess. Fucking selfish Monarch, only I wish I could say that out loud.

"It is for the best," I agree with Dad, pushing back the tears that threatened to fall. "And on that note, I would like to be alone," I add and lay back down on my small bed, turning swiftly to the other side.

"Lili—"

"Dad, can't I just get a little space? I'm getting married tomorrow which means my life is certainly going to change, I should at least savour my last minutes in this home!" I choke out, my lips trembling as I speak, heavens, I hate this!

"Fine" The bed creaks as he stands to leave. "You know I love you right?"

No, you don't! Your stupid loyalty to the Monarch is messing with your brain Father, and it is only a while before you realize it. I do not say the words I wish to say, instead, I grunt a reply and he sighs before leaving me to myself.

The silence triggers my depressed state and I start to sob into my pillow.

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"Wow, you look beautiful Miss Lilac," one of the maids gushes as she accompanies me to the convoy sent by the prime minister to pick me up.

"Indeed she is, just like her Mother," Dad comments as he too steps in beside me, the pain in his voice is evident.

"Mr Hirav." The maid bows and then hurries back into the house. I glance at my home —or at least it once felt like it — for the last time and then ease myself into the Passenger's side of the car.