His eyes were the bluest she had ever seen, crystal-like even. While he showed signs of laughter and joy earlier in the evening, the look in his eyes at that moment was different than any look she had seen before. "Mate", he muttered unintelligibly...
A/N - I know I normally do these at the end but wanted to say sorry for not posting, but hereee you go. I will try to get another chapter out today to make up for it, stuff happened in my family annnnnddd it took awhile for things to settle down, buuuttt here you go: n
Another groan escaped Eleanor's lips as she went through her drawers, putting outfits together for her unprecedented trip.
She had taken her issue up with her boss, but no sooner does money grow on trees, did Pam change her mind. Simply stating: "His family is paying top dollar for this event, Miss Parker. I understand your normal protocol is to oversee everything as junior head director, make designs, and have the production team take it from there, only getting involved if necessary, but it is vital this event be planned to the nines. Hell, if this goes well enough you might just get a promotion from corporate, to Head Design Director. So just sit down and do your job, Miss Parker, before I need to find someone else to do it for you."
Let's just say she didn't need to be told twice when it was phrased like that.
"Honestly El, why is this so bad? We get to go to a most likely bomb mansion because let's face it his family is loaded, and travel to Europe to a place we've never been. Why are you stressing against this so much?" Jessica raved from the tablet placed against a book as to not fall over.
They both agreed to pack together over video chat, to compare outfits or as Jessica put it, 'Gotta look fly, butterfly', even if Eleanor had no clue what that meant. Though the task to "look fly" was especially not that easy with a person who barely wants to go in the first place.
To be honest, Ellie really didn't know why she didn't want to go. This client could be very vital for her career, but whether it was the awkwardness from the spilled coffee, the weird attraction she had for the client, even after he spoke of his engagement, there was something she wasn't getting and it nagged her.
After about another hour of complaining about her dress sense, and a few insults for her favorite cardigan, she was packed, still to her dismay. Now all was left was to try to get some sleep with her racing head, then board the most unpractical flight ride ever. If only she knew where that flight was going to take her.
The meeting with the United States Werewolf Princess was not going well. Well at least for him. He was quite sure if the Princess could have jumped his bones the minute he walked into there manor, she would have, if not for her mother holding her back.
He had almost hoped this Princess would be his mate, so he could actually want to marry her. His head ached with all these thoughts he had been having about his mate, how she was still out there, and instead of looking for her or at least dealing with his royal business to his people, here he was sitting in a quite large dining room trying to keep his politeness facade up.
He knew to be a gentleman in important situations, that's how his mother taught him to act, even if he didn't want to be, while his father taught him strength, and how to put your pack; your family first, always.
This training, however, couldn't have really ever trained him for this current situation, where his patience was being spread thinner than vegemite on his toast in the mornings.
"We've heard many good things about you, Prince Elliot. Your family is one of the richest Royal Packs, if not the most, so we can assume our daughter Aubrey will be well taken care of over the sea? You're aware of the agreement, yes? I'm sure your mother informed you."
Elliot nodded, sighing slightly; "Yes my mother made me well aware of your deal. In exchange for your help in assisting us and a few other packs in the fight against a rouge rebellion that's formed in and around Europe, I marry your daughter to unify both countries."
King James nodded, affirming the deal.
"You've met my daughter yes? I was told you had a lunch meeting before you came in here. What do you think of her?"
Flashbacks brewed to the surface in his mind, his attempts to bury the meeting, now futile.
' "Daddy said he found a match for me, I didn't realize how handsome and sexy he would be.", There sat Aubrey across from him in what he assumed to be a meeting hall. If the color ruby red could be personified into a full-bodied being, it would be the princess sitting in front of him, showing too much, and as far as he was concerned, saying too much.
"I would say your quite something yourself. I had presumed we would talk about the agreement, you know the deal, don't you?" He would try anything to get her from looking at him like a piece of meat.
"Politics are such a bore, no? Can't we talk about something else? The mating process perhaps?" She implied, caressing his hand.
'Here we go' he thought, 'this will be the test if she somehow is my mate or not'. To his relief, it did absolutely nothing for him, no spark, like other werewolves talk about , nothing.
As her hands continued to treck lower, he excused himself as quickly as he could.
"Your father, will um be expecting me. I should go now. It was certainly something meeting you."
There he scurried off, hoping the moon goddess would bring his actual mate to him, maybe that would stop this nonsense. '
"Well your highness, there are - um, not enough words to describe your daughter.".
He exited the manor, hopeful to never speak to them again. All they cared about was the money, at least the king surely made it his priority to mention it.
Strangely though the thought of the event planner/ coffee spiller popped into his head, 'Eleanor was her name' he remembered. He didn't know why he had suddenly started thinking about her; her chocolate hair, or silk-like eyes, but he didn't know if he wanted to stop.
Maybe he was just out of it, maybe he was stressed about the arrangement, maybe he thought Eleanor was a goddess compared to the ruby he had to speak to.
All he knew was that he was bound to an agreement, but for some reason, it seemed as though Eleanor kept coming into his mind to give him the key; to happiness, to love, to peace, to free him, and he didn't know what to do about it.
(The United States Manor in the picture)
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