She was feared; she was strong. She stood for discipline.
He stood for chaos, and ran amok. He was her worst enemy- he stood for what she desired but couldn't have.
She stood for everything he hated- the reality, the hard truth. He wanted her life...
The nights ever since the incident in the cave were cold. They were unfriendly, as if they had switched loyalties. My house and My territory were both in a disarray.
I had dismissed my staff and was conducting operations to hire a new one, interviewing them myself.
It was a seemingly bothersome task, because I didn't know what to look for in someone who could potentially do my laundry. But I tried.
In the end, I decided to hire only necessary people- people who would perform tasks which I couldn't. So far, I had hired around five people.
But the thoughts about my staff were dismissed when I thought of why I was doing it in the first place. And then those thoughts connected to the Alpha of Chaos. He was definitely a mystery. Nothing was known about him, except for the fact that he had been leading his pack in complete secrecy.
His warning rang clearly in my head. It was stupid that I was even considering it, but something about it was genuine. He spoke with conviction and truth. Ironically, I expected him to lie and bluff, and I expected him to kill me.
But he didn't. That shows that he too values that person. So, someone from my family?
"Who does he have? I don't have anyone. I don't-" I murmured and stopped with a start.
My parents.
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I walk into the prestigious mansion that my parents built for themselves after they relieved themselves of their duties of a leader and passed them onto me. I was never fond of the memories I had of this house. It was barely a home. I considered homes to be warm and inviting, but the scars of my childhood were in part traumatic because I had all the material possessions I ever needed, but little emotional interaction.
The interior glitters like new jewels and sparkles too much into my eyes. A chandelier hangs over me, and I rest on the plush, velvet sofa.
There's glass everywhere- a mirror here, and a mirror there- no doubt to sustain my mothers narcissistic tendencies. Seth's warning or rather, information resonated through me again. I don't particularly feel close to my parents in any which way possible. I lost that connection with them when I found out that my brother had died.
A short funeral was held for him, and then they abdicated their position to the next heir, the younger child. Then I discovered that they had built this mansion for themselves, to try and run away from the fact that their people might need them at that time.
I shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. A trip to my parents meant having to deal with unwanted emotions and that meant I wasn't focused. I wanted to stay focused. So I waited, and I traced patterns from everything to anything.
A sudden sound of a scurrying footsteps shook me out of a state of passiveness. I look back to see a woman scurrying towards me with her arms wide open to take me into a hug. The woman was timeless- but something didn't settle right. My mother was beautiful and I had inherited my blue eyes from her. But she was tired now and I could see it in the barely noticeable wrinkles on her face that she had tried to cover up with botox and illusions.
