CINDE, The Kings Mate (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Twenty Seven

[A/N] Look at this lovely cover made by Ssaarrtt! I've been wondering for a while if I should switch up my cover, let me know if you'd like this to be the new cover.

Finding my way to the breakfast hall in question was no hard task. Most probably because Veldore had a two henchmen and six soldiers escort me there. That didn't make for a pleasant walk.

I certainly was not against having someone escort me, as I myself had no clue as to where it was. However having henchmen and nearly a falloc of soldiers escort me through what appeared to be flurries of early workers to walk me over to hall across the courtyard was a bit much.

However it was through those actions I could tell how upset he was with me, and that converted whatever in me that came close to annoyance to guilt. I hadn't meant to lie to him, I didn't want to lie to him. If my Veldore lied to me I would be pretty heartbroken myself so I felt ashamed that I would even think to do such a thing to him.

I watched as bull sized henchmen kept the front path and practically shoved every living thing from our path and blushed deeply at the sight of small well dressed children watching me with wide eyes.

I could tell the grown people of the courtyard wished to watch me, peer at me as I walked past, however they knew better. I felt as though immediate action were to take place if I were to so much as look at the onslaught of people.

Oh what they must think of me! Either I am a well dressed prisoner in black leather fitted shoes and crisp cuffs. Or I am uppity royalty that denies the presence of any single person below their title or blood.

I wish to be neither in their eyes.

I blushed and kept my eyes on the floor. I knew I looked suspicious. If I were still a slave witnessing this parade I too would stop and stare, even at the risk of a couple belting's from puer, my former master and so called father.

When I did eventually find myself in the breakfast hall I was immediately seated at a chair slightly lower than what I presumed would be Veldore's, at the head of the table.

I found myself sorely wishing for Veldore's company sitting there in the giant hall with only servants, maids and slaves running from every corner to prepare and serve the meal for today. None made eye contact with me, none made any effort to converse with me. It was just as well, I really had nothing to say. But it saddened me still.

Where was Veldore? Veldore made any place feel like home, even a place so uncomfortably lavishly furnished and extravagantly roomed.

I could have sighed with relief when Veldore's giant dominating aura filled in the room and the doors slammed to the side as the two accompanying soldiers and followed closely by the visiting family of lords he had previously informed me of.

I rose to stand as Veldore approached and watched him nod slowly as he took a seat beside me and gestured for me to sit down.

I could practically feel the heat rolling off of him and I just wished to curl up in his arms.

These large throne like chairs may be comfy enough but every inch away from Veldore felt like a mile and they were impossibly far apart. In fact they imposed a sort of coldness, a politeness that informed you clearly it was not the place for touching or closeness, only formal address and conversation.

Yet I had to ignore the throbbing want in the back of my mind. If I was the mate of the our alpha, of the king alpha, I would be forced into many more situations as such and needed to find a way to adjust myself to it.