Alpha's Pet (21+)

9: Tea party

"The rogues are getting more and more daring, your majesty! They try to rob our merchants at the border out in the open without even hiding their traces. We have lost a huge amount of our trade goods to them." a messenger with a typical southern accent from another pack tried to convey his message in the most sincere manner as possible.
King Arthur who was sitting on his throne didn't seem to be interested.

"They have also kidnapped a few young women from my pack. It is urgent to act now!"

"Then act." Arthur clipped. The messenger stuttered "We- we don't have the resources to act. B-but with your support we will successfully-"

"Why would I help a pack that is not even capable of defending itself?"

Yeah, did I mention that he is an insufferable asshole. No? Well, here you got it. I tapped his shoe. Stop being ignorant. I tried to tell him. Leaders have to help the weak. It's our main task to protect and defend. But this alpha here in front of me is a bit... unwilling.

I bit into his pants to shake them. Arthur ignored me and judged the inferior leader with his silent gaze. I wasn't going to win this I knew. "If you're not able to defeat those inferior rogues, how can you call yourself a member of a pack? Since when are packs weaker than that scum?" Arthur laughed hollowly. "Get out of here!" with that he stepped up... me still hanging on his pants. He kicked me like I was some kind of parasite. What a chivalrous gentleman. I cast a glance at the man in the middle of the room looking lost and in despair, when guards came in to "escort" him out. I couldn't help him. Not in that powerless form I was in. And that made me mad. Mad at myself, because I somehow managed to maneuver myself in this ridiculous situation and mad at Arthur for being a d#ck.

I staggered out of the room escaping the smell of despair I hated so much. Bringing me back to the dismay of my own unlucky circumstances. What did I know about curses? Not that much. Only that they were usually cast by some bastards with black magic. If you could trust the fairy tales of the drunken idiot in my pack. I never believed in them for I never met someone cursed before.

There are no statistics about that shit!

And I still had no clue why I was here in some King's pack. Is there any connection between d#ck King and m#therf#cking Ernestus? Why am I here? I didn't have a clue and I didn't like it at all.

I looked at the buzzle in the castle courtyard. What were they being so hectic for? Is it already diner time? I flopped my fat ass on the ground. The only thing I gained here was weight. I followed the servants who were hurrying into the direction of the library. As I was now known to be a pet the King raised no one dared to stop or even hit me. But the library... I couldn't get into it because the guards in front of it were so damn secretive. What were they so secretive about? Anything interesting in there or just their private porn collection? The oak wood door with carved figures was wide open for anyone and everyone to enter.

Great! The library was enormous. No wait, this wasn't a library this was a collection of every single damn book the world has ever seen. The floor was flagged of big square shaped green flagstones. There were infinitive long bookshelves going almost up to the ceiling. Looking for a book here must take a week at least. I don't even know what I am looking for. "The Great Book Of Curses" or "How To Uncurse Someone For Dummies" yeah, never mind my stupidity.

At the front of the library was a big glass vitrine with something inside of it. Probably some centuries old artifact. Why were people setting up tables around the front of the library? What's going on? Wait, why are they bringing refreshments in here? What idiot would throw a whatever-this-is in a library?

"Hurry up, the royal guests are going to arrive soon! Everything needs to be perfect by then!" a woman with a red face yelled at the workers.

I sighed. I should have known that there is only one idiot who would invite people into the library to eat.

I walked past them escaping the hustle to figure out how books were organized here.

An eternity and ten thousands book titles later I figured that they were organized by alphabet, there were yellowed books locked up and the person responsible for the design of the library definitely wanted people to get lost in here. I strolled back to the front of the library deciding to go by hearing. And truly the chandeliers were illuminating the library in warm light when the royal guests in long dresses and old fashioned suits were dining, laughing and social networking their asses off. I could totally see myself standing among them doing my work representing my pack and winning allies or drinking myself numb.

A pity that alphas take a bit more to really become intoxicated. I saw d#ck King sitting at the front conversing with a bulky man in a glittery gold outfit. I would wear something like that as well! I wish I had my human form back... once I get it back I swear I'll get myself a glittery outfit! I didn't want to be near a certain royal, so I just went to the opposite side. The unfamiliar guests were talking trash about each other and from a few conversations I learned that Lady Catherine who was cheated on committed suicide, that a pastor in some city drank so much that people had to drag him naked back home and that Countess Yasmine's hairstyle was so out of fashion. I then spotted a familiar figure in the corner of my eyes. Fairy-like bone structure and the posture of a royal, I can see why Arthur's old grandma likes her. Maybe her squealing isn't the only reason she's Arthur's wife.

"My oh my! Royal Consort Esmeralda you are shining like a star tonight. What is your secret?" a guest who somehow had a resemblance with a pug with respiratory problems gasped. "Oh please, Duchess Castros..."

Small talk is probably the business language of all higher ups. It's one of the things that are the most pretentious in this position. Which is why a good leader is always a good actress.

By now a group of chatting females had gathered around the two royals and there was nothing but absolutely nothing interesting about those conversations to eavesdrop on.

It suddenly got quiet and when I looked at the tribune Arthur and his grandmother were located at I saw him looking all noble and disinterested. I should have mercy on him. I mean one of his name's is Maria and he has to join his grandmother's tea party (even though it's her 83rd birthday). He didn't even cast a glance at me when I sat at his feet scratching them to get his attention.
Huh, you're giving me the cold shoulder now?

I jumped on his lap and- smelled something dangerously familiar. That's when I snapped at his hand holding the tea cup. The tea cup broke and the liquid spilled over the floor. Arthur grabbed me furiously with his other hand that wasn't bleeding, threw me on the floor, eyes blazing ready to swear at me when another tea cup broke.
Arthur's grandmother's that held a tea cup just a moment before was shaking and she started coughing and rattling at a disturbing speed.

Shit!

She drank the poisoned tea.

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