To Have Rosaline

{Chapter 12}

Chapter 12

Any minute now.

The sound of the clock ticked in the background with droning voice's going on and on about what she couldn't care to know.

'Any minute now and I will finally die of boredom.' Rosaline thought.

Sat to her left was Rhyvos, hand rested against his chin as he sat back in his king sized chair listening to his council member's.
To her right sat Abellon, bent forward against the table with his elbow's resting upon it and staring off around the room as if he'd rather be anywhere then here as well.

By looking at the two you'd think they were definitely brother's and Rhyvos the oldest. The way they act the most mature would be Rhyvos, though Abellon has his moment's.

Sighing she moved around in her seat, trying to get feeling back into her derrière. She lost time on how long they've sat there and could feel that her leg's have fallen asleep. This was the time of day that she never looked forward to. She had to sit beside Rhyvos as he talked about the welfare of his people, with other's who she found to be each a head of a particular part around the world that governs the werewolf's to keep them in line, and she had to sit like a good little pet beside her owner until it was all over.

Sighing again she managed to catch the attention of both men who looked down at her. She pouted while looking straight ahead. Maybe she should give the silent treatment. Let them know how much she hate's these stupid meeting's. An elbow to her right made her glance over to see Abellon smirking down at her which she returned with a small glare. A tap to her left wrist and she glanced over to the king who gave her his own glare which no doubt meant she need's to behave herself.
Sitting back into her seat she crossed her arm's like a child with her pout still going strong.

It seemed to be an eternity later when Rhyvos finally stood and dismissed the meeting to which she would have jumped up and cheered if it weren't for her leg's and feet that felt as if they had pins and needles going through them.
After the council member's stood and bowed to their king Rosaline was able to leave following Abellon and Rhyvos on their way out. Once out the door she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God." She said causing Abellon to laugh and Rhyvos to give her a stern look that had her mouth shutting up quick.

She followed them, not really sure on where they're going now but knowing she had to follow.
It has been day's since the ball and ever since her and the king's relationship hasn't been as tense as it was before. His somewhat apology for hurting her made her relax a little more when around him. She still doesn't like him but what would you expect when he has her as a pet like a fricking dog? And she's still weary of him, not willing to turn her back to him.

"My king?"

They all turned at the sound of a woman's voice to see Darcy running up to them before stopping and looking to the ground when Rhyvos glanced at her.

"Yes?"

She bit her lip and glanced over to Rose, giving her a smile, before turning back to her king.

"Uh, mine si unii pe altii ar dori sâ meargâ schimbare în afara castelului în cazul va fi bine."

Rosaline furrowed her eyebrows when Darcy began to speak in another language. She guessed it must have been Romanian since she heard the king speaking it on the phone a couple of time's and Abel use it in a couple of conversation's and they all have what she think's to be Romanian accent's.
Curious she looked up to Rhyvos who tilted his head as if thinking and then nodded which caused Darcy to break out in a grin.