Giovanni

Chapter 8

Giovanni Ellis:

Have you ever seen an angel? If you asked me before the whirlwind of events happened if I believed in them I'd probably laugh in your superstitious face. I believe in the goddess, yes. Kind of. She may be real although she hasn't done me any favors. Except maybe this one. An angel before my eyes.

She quiet literally brought in light when she came towards my cell. She's powerful and I could tell from the moment she stepped foot inside of the dark dungeon. She demanded attention and all I wanted to do was protect her. She didn't belong in the dark, disgusting place I was prepared to call home.

Even though I wanted to protect her, it was her that protected me. She stepped forward with a growl so ferocious it literally shook the entire dungeon. And for the first time. Silence is all I heard down there. It seems as if the water even stopped dripping from some far off area. Everyone heads bowed except mine. Because mine was lifted by her very presence and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Her deep, dark complexion and full red lips. Her face so beautifully crafted, and the complete opposite of me. A dimple on her right cheek, and deep, shiny, brown eyes that I could stare into forever. her eyebrow quirked up slightly as her angelic voice uttered one word that changed my perspective.

"Mine." My eyes widened as I finally listened to my wolf's pleas and howls.

Mate. Mate. Mine. Mate.

I looked down and away from her with one thing on my mind. How did I get blessed with a mate like that?

It's all a blur really. A huge blur of dark shiny marble floors and red and gold accents. Long staircases and then the room. A huge bed, bigger than any I've seen with plush pillows and comforters. A large fireplace sits in between the room and of course a luxurious bathroom. Two black couches sit idly in a sitting area and a door I assume to be a closet remains closed. I stand in the middle of the room not daring to touch anything.

I look around me confused. Why? Why hasn't she rejected me? She's clearly seen me and she saw where she found me yet here I am. In a room fit for a king.

Oh shit!

A king. She's the Princess. She is set to be queen at some point and as her mate of course I would be king. I shake my head and my greasy hair falls onto my forehead and into my eyes.

I can't ever be a king. I can't ever be the mate she will want or even deserve. I am nothing. I am nothing compared to a regular rank wolf, not to mention a royal. There is a knock at the door and I glance at it tilting my head to the side in confusion. Am I supposed to answer that?

"Sir?" A timid voice asks opening the door a crack. Again I say nothing and the door opens wider, revealing two young men. "Sir? Are you ready for us?" I stand there. Barely clothed and confused. We stare at each other... sort of. The three of us tentatively looking from the ground to each other.

"Who are you?" I finally ask narrowing my eyes. The two start stumbling over each other to try and get their words out and I quickly find myself annoyed. I let out a low growl and the two of them stop instantly. The one who spoke originally clears his throat.

"I am Arnold and this is Liam. We are your new manservants here to aid you in your clothes, baths, and anything else you may need, Sir." He says quickly and they both bow their heads. Manservant? I shake my head. I stand puzzled by their words. I knew castle life was luxurious but they can't dress themselves or take baths?

"Aid me in baths?" I question already uncomfortable.

"Not every day, Sir." The one called Liam answers. "just for important meetings and events. We are otherwise on call any other time." I nod my head.

"Are you ready for us to get started or should we wait outside for you to be ready?" Arnold questions and I look down at my attire and then back up.

"I guess-" I cut myself off. what in the actual fuck is happening " Yeah go ahead" I might as well be clean and relaxed if I am going to talk the Princess into rejecting me.

Liam goes to the bathroom and I hear water running while Arnold comes towards me. On instinct I back away and glare at him with a low growl. "Sir." He dips into a low bow "my sincerest apologies." I stop growling but my glare stays.

"What are you doing?"

"I am only trying to undress you for your bath," He claims lowly. I shake my head.

"I can do it. I would much rather you two stay in here while I bathe." I tell him and he nods vigorously. Liam comes back and Arnold motions for them to stand by the bed.

I timidly go into the bathroom and look around. All white and gold. A white tub with golden feet stands in the middle of the room. I look at it strangely trying to figure out where the water comes from.

"Are you alright in there, Sir?" My head whips to the doorway and I nod but then realize they can't see me.

"Fine," I mutter. I peel the basketball shorts off my sticky legs and lower myself into the tub.

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I get out of the tub as my hands are wrinkly and my skin hasn't been cleaner. I wrap the white fluffy towel around my waist and look at myself in the mirror. My hair is midnight black and dripping wet. My nose is crooked and my eyes are dull with deep-set bags under them. I sigh and exit the bathroom. Arnold and Liam watch me closely as I come to stand in the middle of the room.

"I don't have any clothes," I say to them expectantly and they both hop up.

"May I take your measurements?" Liam asks me and I cock my head to the side in confusion. "For clothes. We need to get clothes fitted for you."

"You are on the royal level and we are under strict instruction to treat you like one. Every royal gets a custom made clothes fitted for them." Arnold explains and I look to Liam. I nod at him and he comes over to me.

"I need you to take off the towel," Liam says to me handing me a pair of Calvin Klien boxers. I go back into the bathroom and slip them on before coming out again. Liam nods and then comes over to me with a measuring tape. Arnold excuses himself to find some fitting clothes for me and then it's just me and Liam.

I stand uncomfortably as he wraps it around various parts of my body and more specifically the lower parts. I squeeze my eyes shut as he measures around my waist and my thigh. He measures my calf and then he stands up. "All done, sir," Liam says just as Arnold comes back. I nod once and look at the pile of clothes in Arnold's hand.

"I got these from Sir Rayan the Head Royal Guard," Arnold informs me and I nod despite not knowing who that it. "He says to tell you he expects the grey sweatpants back." I nod again and then he hands me a pair of black joggers and a white t-shirt. I throw them on quickly and then they sit me down.

Twenty minutes later my hair is combed and trimmed and dry and I am clean-shaven. I stand from the uncomfortable chair quickly and thank them both for them their help no matter how uncomfortable I felt.

A brisk knock at the door sounds and my eyes zero in on it. I stand frozen, not sure if I should answer it. Liam jumps up from his place on the floor cleaning hair to answer the door. He opens the door before his eyes widen and he backs up. I am on high alert immediately before I smell her.

"Her Royal Highness. Princess Thora Ve-" A woman starts to announce but is swiftly cut off.

"Shush, Nadia. No need." Her angelic voice filters through the room. She enters with all the grace in the world. Her hands are clasped perfectly in front of her and her heels click on the marble flooring. She looks around the room until her eyes find my own. "I hope I'm not intruding," She says sweetly blinking her big, beautiful doe eyes at me.

My wolf hums in content in my head as we are again lost in her eyes.