Fallen but never Forgotten

Chapter 12

After taking lessons about appearances and glamour from Mark, she had taken things seriously but made sure some of her habits remains untouched.

Her wardrobe, though, had significantly changed. There was simply no other way to express how she was mortified by it all other than actually punching Mark square in the face until Raven had come in terms with the man that she will keep her beloved tunics.

With an office in the Roderick House, files stacked her new desk. Her office was a shade of beige, it looked professional and the room looked spacious yet empty.  

There were also welcoming gifts from her pack members that she just received recently, potted plants and flowers adorned the side of the window. All being kept watered and healthy.

She heaved a sigh and began writing.

Vacancy wasn't an option but the thoughts of taking a nap is too tempting as always.

During the past few days, the duchess was attending parties and meetings, occasionally holding conversations long enough to let people know that she was a very capable person to earn the title.

If she wasn't obliged to, Raven wouldn't utter a word but the ruckus from other pack members told her otherwise.

The Alpha Duke was still determined for her assistance during wars against other packs, those still adamant to pursue wealth and power of the Noble pack. Raven no longer was allowed to fight in the front-lines but a set of bow and arrows in her hand was very helpful to help the former knights and dames under her watch.

Mark and the Gamma's son, a knight who she didn't know well, have been their replacements while a part of the troops were gone.

On the bright side, she had  been happy to help renovate the Noble pack's orphanage and officially become a benefactor for many pups. Since a dame could not provide a large sum of money, she could only donate a part of her salary and barely visit. 

Raven might not be privileged to rest but she was glad that her time was occupied. If it wasn't, the moon goddess would only know that she would be on the verge of insanity for having too many thoughts about her mate.

She was writing on her journal when she heard a knock and caught the scent of the man from the other side of the door.

"Mark, you could come in." Raven said without bothering to look up.

"Your letters have arrived." He came inside with graceful strides "An important letter came, it's addressed to you and I advise you read it. It's from the Royal pack."

She stopped writing midway and put down her pen, head shifting to the side. "Is that so?"

"Yes." Mark was dressed in trousers that made him look dashing. "I heard that after the funeral of the Beta Royal, his wife had taken over his place. Although I have not seen her face and don't know if she was his mate, I thought she was a competent woman."

"How so?"

Raven is not the latest gossip in town anymore and she was certainly glad. Keeping up with image is already bothersome enough. Now, the talk is all about the replacement of the Beta Royal being the mistress of the dead man.

"Well, she'd gone this far without being up to no good and showing her face."

"How is that competent? I could only call a person like that a coward." She snorted in a very unladylike manner.

"She's a Beta Royal, Raven. You should know how dangerous it is to show your face and be recognized. People wouldn't hesitate to assassinate you."