Q: the last show you watched+ in my pants =
See bottom for mine!!
Sheylyn's POV
As we come closer to the palace I can feel the pull of responsibility rest on my shoulders. This is the place I was born to rule. And it's gonna be awesome!
The place itself looks so magical but also formal at the same time. (You picture the palace yourself)
The cool fall breeze dances across the fairytale like land as we stop the car on the side of the road in front of this palace.
"Wow" Nash breaths out as a few people come out of the palace to greet us.
"Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Grier?" I blush at what she said, it also sounded so nice.
Mrs. Sheylyn Grier.
Mrs. S. Grier.
Mrs. Grier.
"Yes we are her to turn in the papers" Nash implies her.
"This way" she turns on her heal and we follow her inside. (Picture your palace inside)
As we gape at all the beautiful designs and colors she stops, "This will soon be yours"
"I like the sound of that!" I excitedly write down on my pad and show it to Nash.
Nash smiles at me and looks at our hands longingly as we keep walking.
I know he wants to hold my hand; I do too, but we can't so he just smiles and leaves his hand inches away.
What seems like hours of walking up stairs, right, left, and forward, we finally end up at two large doors.
The lady knocks twice and leaves us. "Come in" a scruff, old sounding like voice answers the door.
His voice sends shivers down my back-not the good kind-and I feel the need to curl up in a corner and cry.
Nash opens the door and we both sit down in the chairs infront of the desk. The back of this mans chair is facing us still, and he slowly turns towards us.
Again, I get that feeling as I see his face. A long thick scar is on his left eye, and on the other side of his face-I don't know what to say-it looks...like it got burnt then melted then tried to be fixed again.
Why does he make me feel like I need to curl up in a corner and cry? I mind link Nash.
Because my love, he is the oldest, and wisest known man in the council. Nash replies in that voice that says don't-do-anything-stupid.
I nod and pay my attention back on the council man.
"The papers?" His scruff voice asks, Nash hands the file full of papers to him. His right boney hand grasping the paper and slowly bringing it to the desk.
I get out my pad and write down my question then show it to Nash to tell the man.
"My mate wants to know your name. If you don't mind." Nash tells the man as he stares looks directly at me while answering, "If I told you my name, you would head for the hills. So no you cannot know my name. But you can call me J."
I nod my head and look at my hands, now wishing to be curled up in a ball full of warm blankets beside Nash.
"-doesn't she speak?" J asks Nash. I only heard the last part of his question.
"Yes she is my mate, she can't speak because she can't, yet." Nash answers. He doesn't like people knowing why I can't talk; he hates their responses. Why would you do that to yourself? How could you do that to your mate? It makes me feel worse about myself than it already does.
J blinks slowly then intensively stares into my eyes. Next thing I know, I'm back before I made that horrible decision. The part of my life plays and I watch myself pick up the pills and die slowly, un-painfully.
I get sucked back to reality by stinging in my arms. I look around and see Nash protectively holding me away from J.
"What did you do to her!?" Nash screams at J as they both inspect me but for different reasons. Nash protectively and J, is watching me, studying me, scaring me.
"I'm sorry you felt that way, but you didn't have to kill yourself." J tells me.
"Don't look at her ever again!" Nash warningly says to J, as he lets me go, my arms now numb from him touching me.
We awkwardly stand there for what seems like eternity when J breaks the ice, "If you will sign a few more things, we can get moving with the crowning"
"Fine" Nash says then goes to get the papers to sign.
J shows where to sign and Nash and me sign our signatures.
"Great! See you in two weeks!" J's excitement is sarcastic.
"See you then" and we are going downstairs to leave.
How does he remember where to go? I ask myself as we enter the car to head home.
Mine is: Maleficent in my pants...😑
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THE BROKEN FELINE
WerewolfI'm not like the other girls. I used to be just a girl who just worried about friends and school. But now all I do is read about fantasy and romance. I want to be able to rely on someone who will love me and care for me. I want to be in love and I w...
