Lachlan: The Lycan King

Chapter Seven:

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A single knock on her door later that night drew Siobhan's attention away from her drawing board. All afternoon she had sat in the corner window seat of her bedroom, drawing random things she saw from outside. Little doodles of flowers, trees, and oddly shaped clouds, were scattered across her notebook. That was until all she could think about at the end of the day was...King Lachlan. Now, she had a half-drawn portrait of him she sketched onto a new page.

"Who is it?" She called, flipping her notebook cover shut. Effectively smothering the King's peculiar face in the sketch.

"Lady Siobhan, your father requested you meet him in his office before supper starts." A maid, Lina, said from behind the door.

"Very well," Siobhan replied, "Inform him I'll be down in a moment."

"Yes ma'am." She heard Lina's footsteps fade away, her human heartbeat disappearing down the hall with her.

       Siobhan turned back to her notebook that sat idly on her lap. She fiddled with the brown, worn leather of the cover for a moment, thinking about why her father called for her.

How dreadful would it be if it was about last night?

Siobhan shuddered, already seeing the rage in her fathers eyes.

What if the King told him about our argument this morning?

This time, her face blushed. Out of embarrassment that he talked about her or the fact that she saw the King's face flash in her head; she didn't know. Ignoring her minds jarring thoughts, she stood up from her warm seat. Siobhan set aside her notebook, hiding it underneath her pillow on her bed. Where she always hid it like someone would a diary.

When she left her room a minute later, the only thing on her mind was...

King Lachlan...

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Master Geirolf's office was mundane like every other office a man of his rank would have. Behind his desk was a wooden bookshelf that was built into the wall, while to the right there were two large windows overlooking the sparing field down below. To the left of the room was a simple green leather couch along with a few sitting chairs around it.

        He behind his desk in his chairs, his elbows resting atop the wooden surface as his hands came up and met in a fist together. His scruffy chin sat atop his fisted hands as his eyes followed her movement when she entered the room.

Siobhan's presence in the room was noticed by King Lachlan, who sat in a chair in front of the desk, in between her father and herself. His back tensed for a moment before he stood up to turn around and face her. His eyes met hers automatically and a frown perched itself upon his brows slightly. Siobhan gave a short bow in acknowledgment, in which he followed suit as well. However, he bent at his waist like a gentlemen whereas she simply curtsied.