Chapter 59
Dylan POV
I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding and looked at the head of the school waiting for his order while his gaze met mine, I frowned at him and continued to wait.
"You need to dismiss us, your grace!" I turned my attention to Adrian who had step forward slightly and spoken. Did he say I needed to dismiss everyone. As in me?!
"I do?! What do you mean?" The principal looked at me and chuckled slightly before answering my question.
"You are the highest rank present." I was? But the king didn't even see me as his mate or as queen. I was the lowest of the low.
"I'm a prisoner! I'm not exactly seen as queen." I sighed as I looked down the hallway at the hundreds of eyes staring at me. "Just get to class!" I stated before walking away only to stop in my tracks. I didn't actually know what class the humans my age had. "Which class is everyone in today?"
A chuckle hit my ears and I turned towards the source. Nick stood looking at me no pity in his eyes at all but relief washed over his face as he looked at me.
"I should have known you'd be fine!" Fine? Was he seeing things that weren't there? I wasn't fine. Far from it. I was tired from the extreme lack of sleep I'd had, I was on the borders of starvation which you could clearly see, I could barely lift a chair never mind anything else and I was on the verge of hyperventilating every two minutes out of panic, but I don't like making people worry.
"Yeah, I'm tougher than I look." I shrugged and let out a joyless chuckle. I didn't want to talk about my experiences while living in the palace, so I scratched the back of my head and asked the question that was the most prominent on my mind.
"My mom... is she..?" He just nodded his head as we conversed in the hallway, maybe I should wait until we were in class.
"She's fine, Freddie's fine, they've actually both been living with my dad, ya know, since you... left" That means they've had each other to lean on, and Freddie has had an extra pair of hands to look after him.
"That's good... your dad has always been good to us, I'm really grateful." I stated I could hear my own voice break slightly and I took a deep breath so I could fight back the tears that were seriously threatening to spill. I needed to change the subject, and I needed to fast or I'd break down. "So, you're engaged?"
"Oh, erm, yeah I am. Arya, she's actually really great. We've both learnt a lot from each other." His smile said everything, he was infatuated by her.
"You're in love with her!" I smiled as I watched his face show me absolutely nothing to dispute my statement. He was in love with the girl, any fool could see it.
"Yeah, I guess I am. I wish you could come to the wedding." He smiled sadly and I realised he had actually missed me. I chuckled hollowly and broke the awkwardness by walking up to him and throwing my arm around his shoulders.
"I'll be there in spirit. Silently giving you hell for the awful suit you end up choosing." He laughed and began to follow the hundreds of students to class.
"I'd expect nothing less." He sighed and nudged me with his elbow, it actually hurt a little bit due to my body being so weakened but I just chuckled quietly at him. "We have mrs Mathews by the way."
Well, that's just great. Why couldn't we have Mr Foley? Why did it have to be the lycan worshiper. Somehow I feel like king josh had planned this.
I made my frustrations known in the form of a sigh but nodded my head all the same. There was no changing the fact that I was about to be completely inundated with questions regarding his grace.
As soon as we got through the door all the chatter died down and every single head turned to my direction.
"Welcome back to class, Queen Dylan. Please take a seat." I nodded to Mrs Mathews and walked over to where my old seat was only to find a boy named Peter sat in it. I frowned at him, I'd sat in that seat for years. That was my seat, it might as well have had my name on it.
"Can you move please?" I asked, did I have a harshness to my voice? Yes I did. But I was somewhat polite to my old peer.
"Mated humans sit on that side of the room. You said that yourself." I could feel anger rising in me, but also some form of desperation for normality. That was my seat, was it childish, yes, and there were other chair available, but I wasn't mated, and I wasn't sitting anywhere else.
"I'm not marked, I'm not mated, and I want my seat. Now move!" I was shaking with both rage and fear as I looked at my old classmate, he nodded his head and stood up quickly in order to move, but a large noticeable flinch left me when he jerked his arm up to take his bag off the back of his chair.
"Sorry... I wasn't going to..." I cut the poor guy off before he could even say the words as I shook my head.
"I know... just move, please?" He nodded and walked to the back of the room leaving me stood behind my old chair. I just stared at it for a moment while the class remained silent, I don't know why I was feeling such inner turmoil. I had absolutely no idea what was in store for me now that I was back, and I hated the unease I felt.
Still with a deep breath I managed to pull the chair out and sit down stiffly. I tapped my thumb repeatedly on the desk before grabbing rhythmic hand with my other one and shoving them under the desk out of sight. My nerves were full force as I took a deep breath and looked up slowly at the teacher. Her sight remained on me though, but I couldn't hold her gaze.
"Hmm, ok... Right, Nick you can sit next to Queen Dylan and share your text book, everyone turn to page 67, as we will be continuing our Introduction to Quantitative Chemistry, that we started last week." What? I hadn't studied at all while I was away with the king never mind actually starting a new topic that was clearly going to go completely over my head.
I watched Mrs Matthews write some stuff on the board as I tried to retain the information given to me, everyone else in the class seemed to be keeping their heads down while I was looking both everywhere and nowhere at once. When my attention was grasped by Erin who I found was staring directly at me, after I turned to face her.
“What is the king like?” Wow, of all the inconsiderate, blunt questions to ask me I was met with that one. I shrugged at her question and sighed when she asked again. “What is the palace like?”
“Ok, that is enough, I’m sure Queen Dylan will have plenty of time to answer your questions during her lunch break. Until then everyone is to get on with their work.
I let out a small sigh of relief. I had no intention of answering any questions that were asked by anyone. I just wanted to keep my head down and not draw any attention to myself. The last think I wanted was to be humiliated by the king here in my home district.
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