Chapter 99 - Straining Heartstrings
The gentle smashing sound of a pair of boots on the broken pieces of glass that littered the floor, made Zezi spring up, her claws at ready against the neck of the intruder.
"It is I, Akeem." The whisper made a lot of difference and she stood straight, retracting her claws, while she looked around at the damage made in her rage. Her heart was racing and she felt hurt, sick in a kind of way she couldn't describe.
Even sleep had not taken her troubles away.
"What are you doing here?" She was angry. Angry at everyone at this point. Even Gwen had betrayed her, Akeem wasn't on much of a high pendestal to be given a different treatment.
"I have been trying to reach to you, Zezi, but the King's presence has been much of an obstacle."
As if she needed any more reminder of her predicament.
"Okay?"
She didn't have time to waste, could he not sense that already?
"Please come with me to meet the White Circle."
As pleased as she should be with that news, her anger still was an obstacle to her other emotions.
"I'm not climbing out of any windows tonight."
"You won't have to." Under the dim light of her room, she could see the frown that passed quickly on Akeem's face at her tone but he knew better than to comment on it. She was in the a foul mood, and he had sensed it, but when was she ever not in a foul mood?
"Please, go to Library. My High Pillar will show you the way."
She tsked, closing her eyes briefly, realizing that instead of having this unnecessary conversation with him, he could have just sent her a letter. Considering how risky that would have been, well Lady Delice direct message would have been better. Why did he just waste her time?!
"You could have just---"
Akeem was gone, disappeared into the night. Probably out the window.
She wondered how long he had observed the King's presence in her room, if he had watched too. But she doubted that. The King would have sensed his presence of he had lingered for even a second longer, besides no one would be foolish enough to put themselves at such risk.
She shut the window and went out, ensuring to take her key along this time, observing, while she did that, that the King had also taken back his keys.
Well, fuvk him!
No.
Seriously no.
Absolutely not.
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When Zezi got to the Library, Akeem was by his desk. It reminded her once again that he was the librarian.
She walked straight into the library, to see Lady Delice standing up from her seat and packing up her books. She threw a gentle smile her way, as she tried to reach shelf and reture the books. In a flash, Akeem was there, helping her arrange the books back.
"Leave it to me, High Piller."
Well, he was fast.
"This should have been done a long time ago. I really apologize for the delay, Lady Zezi."
It still always felt like a wonder to Zezi how sweet Lady Delice was the one behind the traitors of the King. Not the entire person, just at least the fact that she was one of them, held surprise.
"The Princess---"
"Please put your mind at rest. She will not ever complain about you to the King again."
Well, that was strange. Did she do something to her?
Walking away, Lady Delice lead the way and Zezi followed to the end of the library. Soon they were were facing a wall but not for long, in no time and with a few tricks, the wall became a passage way.
This castle must have a lot of them. Zezi hoped to explore them, if she would ever get the time.
They went in.
It reminded Zezi of the time she had tried to escape with George, and how he had turned feral in the cave.
He had almost killed her, that too, in front of their sick daughter.
There was no light on the cave till they got to the end.
Akeem could see in the dark too?
What exactly was he?
He certainly wasn't human, neither was he a werewolf nor was he a vampire.
Before she could keep guessing what he was, the walls moved, leading to an opening to a sort of open gathering.
There were four pillars in the vast room, a seat next to each pillar that was decorated in long white cloth wrapped around each.
Two of seats were filled, the ones behind, while the ones at the front were empty. They all seemed to be facing the white seemly vapour in front of them, only turning to the side when they caught a whiff of the strange scent.
"Lady Zezi," Lady Delice's voice cut across the room, gentle yet holding attention. "The King's fated mate."
Zezi's heart twisted at that. Knowing that position that she didn't want was the only reason why she was here.
"Former War General to the Werewolf Capital."
She concealed the smile that wanted to cut through her lips as Lady Delice ended her introduction with that. Her eyes remained sharp though as she observed everyone around instead. There was a man sitting on the right seat at the back, that was connected to the pillar. His beard were white and they covered most parts of his face. She had never seen him before.
At the left, there was a woman, almost looking like a drawing from how lean she was, her hair was white too, and they seem to sweep the ground.
Once again, someone she had never seen before.
"Our new Ally."
The hall fell into silence and when Zezi heard a voice it was from the place she didn't expect.
"I am sorry that I am late. I really apologize."
Zezi frowned as she watched the Lady walk in, her boot making contact against the ground, the many jewelries she had on her body making jingling sounds with every step she took.
The Princess.
The King's sister?!
What was she doing here?
Her question was answered quickly, as she settled into one of the seats.
So, she was also a High Pillar.
Part of her brother's traitor?!
How dare she?!
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