Pertemis A Moon's Tale

Chapter XXI: Tale of The Princes

The banquet...it was nothing I had ever seen. It was grandeur, magnificent in its own class. The Summon was a palace, made of glass and frame of gold. The candles from hundreds of chandeliers hung from the dome ceiling, making it glow like a sun in the middle of the night. There was so much splendour, so much luxury that I thought this was Olympus during its prime. Now, that city is just a shadow of its old glory.

Guests were already arriving; and they dressed in the most exquisite manners I have ever seen. Their attires were a splendid blend of colours, decorated by threads of gold and diamond. I noticed a common trend between them, for as if the Wolves take identity very seriously. Despite the wondrous colours on their dresses and tunics, I could tell the individual's clan based on the colours of their clothes. The Fire Man only wore red. The Earthen Tail arrived in brown.

Perseus took me towards the entrance, where the doors were craved from two enormous blocks of gold, mingled with glass and rubies and emeralds. I wished the door to the throne room on Olympus was as grand as this.

The guests immediately stood to the side, opening a path for us. They all bowed their head as Perseus walked by, yet I knew that discomfort underneath them for lowering themselves to me.

But I didn't care. Because as I took his hand, as we walked through that entrance, I realised why Perseus chose me this dress. I  was so bright, I felt so prominent as I stood there, in the middle of the hall. I could see it in their eyes, the jealousy, the admiration. I looked like a queen. And in fact I was.

"I love how they keep staring at us" Perseus leaned to my ear and whispered.

"It's your fault for making us standing out so much from the crowd"

"Embarrassing, goddess?" He smirked.

"Hm" I tapped my chin. "Not exactly. This time I like to have a bit of attention"

He chuckled and kissed my cheek.
"And that's how you should always be"

He took me to a group of people that dresses in black clothes. They were of the Shadow Claws, our people.

One wolf widened his eyes and immediately bowed at us. The others dropped their activity and followed his suit

"My Lord. My Lady"

I realised they were the only wolves that addressed me as the Lady. However, I was more than happy to hear it from them. They are my people. I'm now a Shadow Claws.

"Has the rest arrived?" Perseus gestured his chin to a guard.

"Most of our members have come, Lord" he answered. "The Clan servants will be arriving shortly."

And that would include Feyre in that group. In this big clan, the was the only person I could call a friend. Not that I would ever get a chance to talk to her anyway.

"Well, well, well" that obnoxious and familiar voice came from behind us. The Shadow Claw before me growled with annoyance.

"Isn't this surprising?"

We both turned back to face the person, to which I have expected was Tharnor, the High Prince of the Fire Manes. A group of sentries stood behind him, like lap dog. Their faces had that disdain and obnoxious look as always.

I could feel the tension rise in the air around us.

"Brother" Perseus nodded his head. He was so good at concealing his emotion. But the bond between us rumbled, and I could feel that verge of rage boiling inside him.

But Tharnor ignored Perseus. His eyes focused on me instead. Those despicable eyes molested my body, as he inspected me from head to toes.

"Olympian," he commented, that voice filled with mockery. "You look...ravishing"