His Majesty |bwwm|

Twelve

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴. 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴. 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴. 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴.

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴. 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴. 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴. 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴.

I wanted Libby as a companion for the rest of the day. Sadly, she had other things to do. I was on my own for the remaining torturous hours. My cell phone was not in my possession so I was not able to touch base with my mother and sister. I wanted to talk to someone due to my angst and the unavailability was causing bloodshed.

Be optimistic, Karyn. This was not the termination of the world. Papa Sun was not going to fall on the earth, dramatically. Life must go on. There were plenty of suitors out there who would be willing to take the extra step with you one day. You would find a Brendon.

Do not be needy. Alright, calm down. Do something.

I opened one of the bureau drawers, hoping to find an object that could make me feel at ease. Nothing. Just body supplies. No fun stuff. I peeked at the time on the large face clock that was stuck on the wall. 9:00 p.m. Holy moly, time was a bitch and she was running out of patience.

Going to bed early could make me feel better. But I couldn't do it. My eyes were not sleepy at all.

The castle was too quiet when I got out of my bedroom. Guards no longer roamed the hallway or hung out by their Sire's chamber. Out of curiosity, I decided to enter the opened door of his bedroom. To my dismay, it was vacant. Jesus. There was no furniture or anything on the inside and that struck me as odd for a brief second. No. He moved. But where?

I made it to his office only to find out that his door was locked. This was the place where he did his business transactions and that was expected. "You should go to bed miss. Tomorrow is a big day," Madame Mills said with her night clothes on. I wanted the bedroom slippers she had on her feet. Those slippers had huge beady eyes and enormous ears, reminding me of a pug. Cute!

Say something. "I was looking for Brendon."

"Are you out of your mind child? The king isn't present. He will make his return in the morning. Go to bed." It was easy for her to say. "Sleeping early will help with the jitters." This was not true, I thought.

I decided to explore the building for a while. It felt so strange. This place would be pretty noisy the following day for sure, especially the courtroom. My imagination got wild when I thought of Brendon being wild. People were going to overly swoon at the big, hungry kiss. He might place his comforting, masculine hand upon her ass to make the people more excited. He might rip off her dress to make it the best thing the people have ever seen in years. There he goes, pulling down that stocking and panty like a wild beast.

But let me be real, this wouldn't be appropriate in real life.