Vengeance (TRYING TO EDIT)

Chapter Twelve

***Not proofread nor edited. I'm editing VERY VERY slowly. I realize that this story has a lot of patches that need to be sown together***

A maid handed me a red gown. 

“You should wear this when you meet the king.” She advised in a quiet, soft voice that sounded like a sweet lullaby. 

“Heck, no. I’m not going to please the king nor the royal court. Just give me a leather jacket, a shirt, pants, and boots. I’ll be fine.” I insisted, annoyed at the fact that I had to please the kingdom. Screw it. 

“Miss, you have to! It was required of the king!” The maid frantically persisted. 

“No. My decision is final. Tell them I won’t and they can’t force me.” I deadpanned. The maid sighed reluctantly and left. A few minutes later, she came with what I had requested for. 

I took off my hospital gown. I hesitantly eyed the deep red gown, biting my lip. Should I or should I not? To be or not to be? Ah, oh well, it doesn’t hurt anyone. 

I slipped on the red gown and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Meh, I might not look great in it, but it’ll do.

The maid burst in with a glittering dark red crown, matching the dress. She grinned at me knowingly. 

“Sit down.” She ordered. I obeyed, and sat on a carve, fancy chair. She tied my hair into a bun and perched the crown on my head, securing it with a few pins. 

“Beautiful.” The maid whispered, and walked away to give me privacy. I was left to stare at my image. The gown seemed to make my eyes have a tinge of red, and the dress flowed down past my ankles, lightly resting on the floor just a tad bit. 

I stood up, and spied dark red flats just resting in front of the closed door. I slipped on the flats, realizing it was made out of leather and silk. These were the best shoes ever. Maybe the dress wasn’t a bad idea...

I exited the door, lifting my dress up so the bottom of the fabric wouldn’t get dirty. I silently padded down the hallway, barely making a sound close to a whisper. 

The hallways were endless. 

“Where! Is! The! Freaking! Ro-” I suddenly stopped, bedazzled. I was in an intersection of four hallways, and one of them led to a balcony. I could see the prized glass chandelier suspending from the stone-blocked ceiling. Light filled the whole room, making the hallway seem gloomy and dark. People were wearing elegant suits and gowns were socializing. 

I inhaled, immediately sensing all of them were wolf-benders. I uncertainly took steps forward, stepping into the radiant light. The wolf-benders suddenly noticed my presence like smelling garbage- it’s easy to know where it is and it’s unknown where it came from. They were staring at me with confused and displeased expressions in deathly silence. 

I smiled nervously, the palms of my hand starting to moisten. 

“Why are you werewolf here?” A male wolf-bender asked in an appalled tone. It seemed like he just threw a stone at my back when I was turned around. The same male let his eyes trail to the right of my shoulder. Hurried steps joined me, and it didn’t take long enough for me to figure out it was Taylor. 

“Two werewolves?” The wolf-bender emphasized with dismay. Everyone has been mistaking us for simply werewolves; it must be the fact that I’m a crossbreed between two elements. Then what about Taylor? ... He must be crossed, too. Taylor shuffled forward, standing beside me. 

“What’s the problem?” I asked with authority in my tone. The male wolf-bender was subjected to reply immediately. 

“Werewolves were prohibited from entering this world. They are also weak creatures that have no power compared to us.” He replied automatically. Astonishment and confusion appeared on his face, as well of others.