The Hidden Princess (a werewolf story)

Chapter 8// Promises

Xavier's POV

The world is not entirely good or bad, it is simply in a disagreement between the two. We each believe that our own morals are what is best for us and everyone around us. However, the majority of the time our own morals contradict someone else's. Here is where all disagreements originate. Take the werewolf raid for example. My father had morals involving the superiority of the vampire's to the werewolves and as expected this contradicted the werewolves morals, which led to the tragic version of society that we live in today.

Upon my return to the castle, I have begun to look more closely at the things around me and observe how each and every one of these aspects was crafted to ensure the illusion of a perfectly innocent childhood home. This trickery was set in place by my father many years ago, to keep me from finding out about the true events that led to his ascension as king.

Now, I feel as though I have spread my wings in some strange metaphorical way, yanking down the veil hung between innocence and reality so that said I look closely I can see the inner workings of my father's misguided kingdom.

Speaking of the devil, I haven't seen father in days. He has locked himself up in his studying, rarely accepting meals or meetings. However, this just so happens to be the perfect opportunity for some snooping.

Emma's POV

I can't get Xavier out of my mind, but not n the way most of you are thinking.

Sure I still have his gorgeous face and glistening eyes imprinted in the back of my mind, but that is the close to being the furthest from my mind at the moment. All through the school day, I wasn't able to focus on any one task to distract my mind with. The thoughtless rants spiralling in my head are beginning to drive me insane. My mind is filling with one burning question driving me now where.

Was there really any point in revealing my identity if I'm not actually the one saving my race? Xavier is. He is the one risking his neck to gather info on his own father and what am I doing? Algebra homework, that is what I'm doing. I am sitting in James' living room afraid to go back my own house in the event that Xavier told Shade who I am. How has my life come to this? How I become the girl who cowers around those who care for her and expect them to do her job for her. How did I drop from being the heir to the throne all the way down to this depressing reality I am living in.

This is not me. I am not afraid or weak or incapable enough to have someone else accomplish my life's goal for me. Especially not the son of the man who killed my family. I will not let Xavier of all people be the one to reclaim my throne. Finally realising what I had done in setting this job for him, anger sparks through me. It hits every one of my senses until I am unable to hold in my true nature.

"Woah Woah" James hollers from his kitchen, "there will be no tearing of limbs in my house thank you very much."

"Why the hell not?! I'll just bring back some palace guards and we can torture them together! I think we could both use a bit of an aggression output. A little birdy told me that you asked Eliza Green out today and she rejected you" I tempt him in a sing-song voice.

Her face becomes tinted with red around the edges, his eyes immediately scrambling across the ground for something to focus on other than my questioning gaze.

"It was nothing" he mumbles.

I laugh.

"It's ok. Eliza's a bitch anyway."

"Hey, she isn't that bad!" he defends.

I turn back to face him with a smirk tilting the corners of my lips.

"Really? So you're into self-obsessed bimbos who completely ignore the vicious and cruel world we live in?"

His eyes narrow at me in a very intimidating way, making me regret annoying him.