She smiled sweetly at him. "We welcome you to our humble home and hope you will be comfortable here." She said as she dropped a deep courtesy. Fenral looked down the top of her dress to get a look at her breasts. But found that most of her cleavage had been smashed into a tight corset that made it impossible for her to bend at the waist.
"Thank you, princess. I am sure my men and I will be quite comfortable here." He said coldly as he inclined his head to her. Honestly the woman had no taste. The dress clashed horribly with itself and he made a note to have the maids dress her every day. As it were, his being here was to gain her fathers kingdom by marrying her. He would have thought that her father would understand the importance of making sure she was at least physically appealing.
The truth was he would be willing to look beyond the girls obvious colorblindness if it were not for the heavy perfume that irritated his nose. At least she had gorgeous eyes and hair. if she were to give him a child it would at least have good features. But he could not see her figure under the suffocating amount of fabric that was her skirt. Would she even be able to sit at all in that atrocious monstrosity?
'Rip it off her! You'd be doing her a favor.' Cathous, his beta, laughed through their mind link.
'I suppose I should throw her in the moat too? Then we can rip this piece of shit a part along with his armies? Oh while we are at it why don't we rape all of their women while we make them watch?' He asked sarcastically. "This is Cathous. My beta." He rolled his eyes at him as he turned and introduced the man. He stayed quiet and only inclined his head to the royals.
"Ah! Yes. I forgot that you are werewolves. Please forgive me. Perhaps we can have a pig slaughtered for your super?" This king was pissing Fenral off something fierce. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that the princess seemed all to happy to keep her distance from them and her eyes rarely left the ground as she seemed to glide over the cobled stones of the courtyard. King Nicolai led them up the stairs to the main entrance of the enormous palace.
It was very lavish and looked cold and unfeeling. Unexpectedly his heart went out to the princess. What it must have been like to grow up in such a heartless environment. No wonder she wore outlandish dresses. She just wanted a little bit of attention. But the perfume he could not forgive. It was over powering his sense of smell. 'Honestly, I know it was a joke, but a dip in the moat might do some good. That girls perfume is suffocating.' The beta linked him. He was glad that his best friend agreed.
'Perhaps you're right. But a bath would probably be better.' He linked back. He saw several servants rush away like rats when you shine a light on them. They were obviously terrified of their king. The king turned to them and smiled.
"Alura will lead you to your apartments." He motioned to the tiny princess that reminded him of a porcelain doll he had once seen a long time ago in the arms of a little girl. She inclined her head and lead them through the halls.
She remained silent as they walked. Suddenly she tripped over an abandoned mop bucket and went sprawling to the floor. "Ha! She does have legs!" Cathous barked as he pointed. "I was beginning to wonder." Alura was struggling to get back on her feet as Cathous laughed in amusement. His laughter died as Fenral gave him a sharp blow to the gut.
"Please excuse the beta, princess. He is in his cups." He said as he lifted her back to her feet and smiled at her. He could feel her tiny waist under his hands and wondered what she would look like naked under him. She would be his queen in less then twenty four hours. The ceremony was to take place at dawn tomorrow. After that an all day party and then he would see what she was hiding under all those layers. And, if he were to be honest with himself, he was eager to find out.
"Thank you." She said breathlessly and he felt a twich in his loins. She turned and continued walking down the corridor. When they finally arrived at the apartments that he would be sharing with his beta and gamma, she stood aside and motioned for the men to go first. He could not and would not step into the room unless she proved it was not a trap first. He opened one of the doors and waited for her to go through first. 'This might be a trap.' He linked both the beta and gamma when he saw how distressed she appeared to be.
"Seriously." Cathous said flatly and pushed open the other door. 'Look at her skirt. Even an idiot can tell it won't get through that with out a lot of help.' For the second time in ten minutes she said thank you. But this time it was to the beta. Fenral growled. Why did the thought of Cathous getting her attention irritate him so much? She glanced at him, fear filling her eyes, and quickly walked past them into the room. She turned to face them and took a breath as if she was preparing for a death sentence.
"So this is where you will be staying while you are here. If you need anything just let any of the servants know and they will do their best to ensure you get it." Tomorrow night I will be in your bridal chamber. Fenral thought and a quick flash of her naked body lying under him made him want to throw her on his bed now. But before he could even process the urge she walked past them into the hall.
"Alura." She stopped and turned to him. "Ease up on the perfume or I will make it my mission to make your life a living hell." He growled. Why had he threatened her? what was wrong with him? Her face went blank.
"Thank you for informing me that my life will not improve at all if I marry you. If that is all you need I will take my leave now. Good night gentlemen." What the fuck had her life been like that she would make such a statement? And what did she mean when she said 'IF she married him?' It was a done deal. She was bought and paid for. Wasn't she aware of the situation? Did she not care if her father lived or died? How could one so young be so cold hearted? What had made her this way? She walked away with her head held high. And he slammed the doors.
Why could he still feel her tiny body in his hands? He growled annoyed that that little girl had gotten under his skin. 'Alpha? Are you okay?' Trenton asked. He looked at his silent gamma and shook his head. He did not want to answer him. The beta and gamma shared a look.
"Do you think, hear me out and don't kill me for saying it, but is it possible that she is the one the witch was talking about when she said that your fate was tied to another?" Cathous asked. It was rare that werewolves spent an entire life together. They were not humans or dragons after all. But ten years ago Fenral had bedded a beautiful young witch in the hopes the girl would give him an heir. She had left him in the night. And, by the time he had found her again almost a year had passed and so had she. It had happened when she gave birth to his still born child.
He turned away from his beta and gamma and stormed into the largest bedchamber. He slammed the door and threw the bolt. He started to undress as he watched the sunset from the window. His mind was a storm of images of the princess. In some she was on her knees with her ass in the air. In others she was reclined naked on his bed. But all of them were erotic and he felt his manhood stir. He reached down and found himself hard to the touch. He grasped his cock and started to work his hand up and down the shaft. He closed his eyes and imagined her soft voice in his head as he pleasured himself. 'So this is the kings pleasure.' She murmured with soft plump lips as he pictured her hands rubbing between her legs. He had only gotten a glimpse of what was under her skirt but it was enough to drive him mad.