Twisted Fate

Ch. 1 Coming of Age

   

Chapter One- Coming of Age

A millennium ago

Werewolf Realm

I was peacefully reading in my sanctuary when the doors burst open and a furious nanny came in. By the looks of it I was in deep trouble because the expression she was giving me was prepared to murder. "Oh you're in trouble now missy. I've been looking for you everywhere child." Nana fumed crossing her hands and placed them on her chest.

She knew I had a passion for literature so wouldn't it obvious I'd be in the library? I rolled my eyes and turn them back to the book I was reading. "I'm offended Nana, you say you know me well but it seems that isn't true."

She seized the book I was reading and placed it on the table behind her. Not a second later her hand clasped over mine and we were off, most likely to my bedroom. "None of that sassy tone today!"

"It's my birthday I can do anything I want." I muttered. I sounded like a brat but I was not in the mood. Today marked my eighteenth birthday the day in which I was destined to find my mate. I wasn't exactly thrilled about it. What if he was an egotistical man? What if he didn't even love me? These types of questions disturbed my mind and honestly I was worried. I knew I should look for the positive outcomes of the relationship between me and him, however I didn't know what was going to happen and I hated it. The future was blurry and I detested when I didn't know what was coming.

I hadn't notice my nanny was ranting, she was a good person and I loved her like if she were my own mother. Although she had a terrible temper and an odd way of showing her love. By the meaning of the word odd I meant it by how she was with words. She could speak her mind but she never realized that sometimes her words hurt, but better being direct than sugar-coating things.

She was interrupted by a group of maids headed our way. "Your grace. Your grace!" I was bombarded by all of them talking at once. A blonde shushed her companions and curtsy, "Princess an urgent message from Lady Rowena she says and I quote, 'We used up the whole box of red ribbons. Now there is nothing left to decorate the staircase. What do you want to do?'"

This was unbelievable. My mother put her in charge of decorating for the very reason that nobody of the royal family wanted to be disturbed. It was going to be a busy day for all of us, what we didn't need was the burden of making this place spectacular, yet Rowena couldn't get that conception through her big head. "Um. Why doesn't she use white ribbon to decorate the stairs?" It sounded like a question.

The girls squealed in delight as if I just solved their life long problems. "Oh your majesty! That is a wonderful idea." The maid with reddish hair said.

"We would've never thought about that!" Another exclaimed.

"Let's go tell Lady Rowena immediately. Thank you, your grace." All of them curtsied. The group turned and giggled throughout the hallway until they were out of sight.

"Oh we would've never thought about that!" Nana repeated what the girl said in a high pitched voice. "These girls, their nuts I tell you, and that brain of theirs is bursting with jealousy." I had forgotten my nanny was beside me.

"That is an awful thing to say Nana." I said in a disapproved voice.

"Oh you know I'm right child. Those girls are a nut job." She led me into my room and went into my closet. "Here it is!" She came back with the red gown I was going to wear for my birthday. "Come girl. We must make you presentable for the ball tonight."

The next few hours Nana worked on my hair and make-up. She elegantly curled my hair and flawlessly did my make-up. She was quite the perfectionist when it came to presentation. At sixty-four years of age Nana didn't look over forty. Werewolves' life span has been recorded up to two-hundred years old. Although most don't make it that far for a number of reasons. It could be rare diseases or accidents, and suicide rates are high because mates can't live without each other. Murder is uncommon but there is no such thing as never.