-Chapter 8-
After an hour of dispute, Hunter finally fled the bedroom.
However, he sent Katia and Faun to prepare me for my "training".
What I needed to prepare for was beyond me, but I had no choice in the matter.
"The moment we set our eyes on you we knew you would belong to Hunter," Katia announced in her hoarse voice as she bustled into the room.
"And you did not warn me?" I bellowed, allowing my anger to take control.
Faun giggled softly, entering soon after Katia.
"You perfectly match his temper," she explained, giggling once more.
I snarled at this statement, imagining myself clawing her eyes out.
Faun's eyes widened in fear, and she began to plea for forgiveness.
Forgiveness was not granted.
Before I could take a step in her direction, Katia grabbed my shoulders and spoke to me in sweet tones.
Calming down, I relaxed my tense muscles and breathed in deeply.
"Good, Ara. You must repeat this exercise each time you feel the anger overtaking you," Katia soothed.
"I apologize. I did not expect to find a mate, let alone a prince, and I am still recovering from the...shock."
I secretly smiled, glowing in the knowledge that lies could so easily slip onto my tongue.
"It is alright, Princess, it is my mistake for speaking out of my place," Faun said sweetly and bowed her head in respect.
"Do not call me Princess!" I snapped.
Katia raised an eyebrow disapprovingly, so I calmed myself and tried once more.
"For the sake of my temper, please refrain from calling me Princess. Ara will do quite nicely."
"Well then, Ara, let us dress you in our finest attire for your first training lesson," Faun chirped and brought forth a tiny strip of fabric.
"What is the meaning of this?" I cried in horror, eyeing the lack of cloth presented.
"It is a corset, Ara, designed for women to appear slim. You place them underneath your dress."
Faun wrapped the minuscule fabric around my waist and began to lace up the back with string.
"Take a deep breath in," she instructed, and I obeyed, curious as to how this shall work.
As the fabric grew tighter and tighter, I felt my breath shorten and my lungs collapsing.
I gasped for air, clutching my chest, and Faun neatly tied the string into a bow at the end.
"I had not foreseen that you were an assassin," I squeaked.
Faun giggled and helped me straighten.
"Perfect. Now we shall finish dressing you and you will be ready to begin."
Katia assisted in putting bloomers a rather large hoop skirt on my lower body, causing my forehead to sweat.
The amount of clothing they placed onto one body was ridiculous, and I was beginning to believe The Unknowns were insane.
Once Faun had finished pulling the blood-red dress lined with lace over my head, they twisted my hair into a lavish bun and announced that I was ready.
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The Unkowns
WerewolfEach year The Unknowns arrive and gather every girl of eighteen years in the village, binding them and whisking them away to their kingdom. When her sister is taken one year, fiery Ara decides to fight back against these Unknowns, protecting her peo...