Serpents and Scepters

Chapter 28: Badass Lady of the East

Song for this Chapter: Dancing On My Own by Calum Scott

Lord Kaspar Anselm of the IronHold Keep ☝🏻

Ygritte's POV

I ran, like a coward that I am. But is it wrong to run away? Is it wrong to give your heart some air to breathe? Your brain to think?

I can feel mixed emotions propelling against my chest making it harder for me to reach my room. I ignored the questioning looks the soldiers gave me and ran like a trampled kid in the hallway.

I was running with my head down when I bumped into a hard muscled chest. I looked up to see black eyes staring down at me filled with concern, longing and sadness. Almost mirroring the melancholic feeling I have.

"Riritte, I'm sorry." He said pulling me into a tight hug. I fought the urge to sob in his embrace. His hugs brought comfort and somehow even when I didn't crave for his touches I relaxed for a bit.

I hugged him back, burrying my face in his chest trying to compose my self when all I've wanted was to run back to my room locking it up and wail aloud all night.

I wanted to cry my heart out for my body only craves for the touch of the man that was left in the room with another woman. Another surge of heat in my chest is hurling back inside me. Like he was also in pain, but why would he? When he's enjoying another woman's touch?

I was pulled back from my thoughts when Yoshaka grabbed my shoulders and smiled at me kindly. He must have seen my distressed for he seemed to be careful around me.

"Morphy didn't actually mean it. She cried the moment you left," he said while patting my head. I looked at him and he suprised me when he pinched my nose, "still ugly as always."

I pouted, if only he knew that wasn't the reason why I am looking like a dumb stupid person right now. If only he knew that it was my heart who's suffering all this time.

Someone pulled me into a tight embrace as my body stiffened when the woman behind me sobbed loudly. I swiftly turned around and hug her, I may have hate her but I'm not full lycan yet. I realized that there's still an inch of humanity left in me. And I can't help but forgive her.

"Y-ygritte, gosh! I-I'm so s-sorry. I didn't mean it, please believe me," she said sniffling from time to time.

"I-I'm sorry too, Morph. It wasn't me - I mean it was me but I - I-" she cut me off by saying, "oh please Ygritte. We all know about you and Lycurgus. And I knew that it was your Lycan who told me to hit all of my shits up. And I'm really sorry about that."

She knew I couldn't stay mad at her. But I'm glad that she understood me now. And as if on cue, Orville came along dressed in a clean clothing with a great expensive fashion sense.

That's when realization hit me - oh crap. A formal dinner. It is a formal dinner and I'm wearing crappy pants and top.

I looked around and saw Porphy in her violet off-shoulder evening gown that hugged her curves perfectly. Her sister Morphy is wearing a glamorous silver gown showing off her cleavage, her hair is in a messy bun and I was quite impressed at her flawless make up that made her freckled cheeks looked adorable than ever before. It's a good thing I didn't left a mark on her neck though. Yoshaka is.... well, I have to give him that. He cleaned up nicely too, he seemed to caught me looking at him. He smirked and winked at me playfully.

"You're not planning to go into that dinner dressed like a kitchen maid right?" Morphy asked shaking her head.

I blushed, how was I supposed to know? When my mate's busy banging another woman. The thought alone made me want to run again but I fought back and held my head high.