Getting Dressed

I stayed out all night with Deaken, and for once in my life I felt truly happy. I didn’t need to be someone I’m not. He wasn’t with me because of my family name, he spent time with me because he wanted to get to know me. The real me, I never wanted anything else in life. I had no friends growing up because I was nothing but a tool for them to use to gain power and status. I guess my marriage to lord Syndril has made me a lady. The only positions of power higher than that would be king and queen. I don’t know much about Damon, but I wonder if he is in the running for the throne. Is his father the king, or maybe another lord? It’s not unheard of to have multiple lords in the same family but he must have some connection to the king.

May emerged from the shadows carrying a bag in her hands. “My lady,” she spoke softly bowing her head handing me the bag. “The lord has requested you prepare for his father's arrival.”

I guess he will be gracing us with his presence later today. “May, I’ve been meaning to ask you about Damon. You’ve known him for a while, right?”

She nodded, “Oh, yes. The lord and I go way back. He’s quite the enigma, isn’t he?”

This is the most she has ever spoken to me. I wonder if she has a crush on my husband. “He is. There’s so much about him that seems… shrouded. What’s his story?”

She shook her head, “Well without spilling too many secrets. Let’s just say he’s had his fair share of challenges. But he’s always been driven, always looking forward.” Thats a polite way of saying I won't tell you.

I will play along for now, at least she’s talking, “Challenges? I can only imagine. But he’s in line for the throne, isn’t he?”

“In line? Perhaps. But Damon’s never been one to chase after power for its own sake. He’s more complex than that.” She gave me a frown of disapproval.

“I see. I just wish I could understand him better, without prying too much.” I don’t think I will get much else from her tonight.

I caught a glance of an encouraging smile. “Understanding Damon is like unraveling a tapestry. Take your time, observe, and the threads will come loose in their own way.”

I nod my head, “I think I understand. Thank you for your help May.” I blinked and she was gone. I looked in the bag she gave me and inside was an all-black dress. It reminded me of the one I dyed for my wedding. I wonder if he knows black is my favorite color.

I got out of the shower and slipped on the black dress, it was backless, so I had to forgo wearing a bra. It hugged my body like a second skin. I had to admit I looked hot in this dress. I decided I would do my hair and make up for the first time in weeks too. I spent about an hour on my appearance when I could hear Damon knocking on the door. Through my hear I now notice a difference in the way he and Deaken knock. I can’t wait to see what else I will be able to do once I learn to hone my skills a little better.

“Come in,” I shout through the door. When the door opens it’s not just Damon, Deaken is also with him. Both are dressed in formal wear; I have to mentally remind myself to stop looking at them.

Damon commands attention the moment he enters the room. His formal attire accentuates his tall, imposing figure, making him appear both regal and formidable. He’s dressed in a tailored black suit that fits him perfectly, highlighting his broad shoulders and lean waist. The suit is made of fine fabric that seems to absorb the light, giving him an air of mystery.

His face is a masterpiece of sharp angles and smooth planes, with deep-set eyes that glint with intelligence and a hint of danger. His smirk is both alluring and confident, promising secrets and adventures in the night. There’s an undeniable allure to Damon’s presence. I can’t help but be drawn to him, feeling a mix of admiration and a thrilling sense of anticipation for the night ahead.

Crap, I am in trouble if he is wearing that all night. Deaken was no less attractive; they might as well start planning my funeral. They can put those suits on the list of must haves. Deaken’s formal attire is the epitome of sophistication. His suit, tailored to perfection, hugs his strong shoulders and lean frame, accentuating his commanding presence. The deep black of the fabric contrasts strikingly with his tan skin, a nod to his wolfish nature.

He carries himself with an effortless grace that demands attention. The crisp lines of his suit are complemented by a blood-red tie, a subtle yet bold statement that speaks to his confidence and allure.

I can’t help but be drawn to Deaken’s magnetic charm. His attire, while formal, seems to be a mere backdrop to the intensity of his gaze and the enigmatic smile that plays on his lips. A smile that promises secrets and adventures in the night. That infamous grin, which I refer to as “pantie-dropping,” is even more pronounced when framed by the elegance of his formal wear. It’s a grin that’s both familiar and thrilling, hinting at our time spent together last night.

“Caroline, you’ve outshone the moon tonight,” Deaken remarked, his gaze holding a hint of admiration.

Damon stepped closer to me, his voice smooth as silk, “Indeed, but it’s the stars that truly reflect the sparkle in her eyes.”

Caught between their words, I felt the tension, like a string pulled taut. Their compliments were flattering, but the undercurrent of rivalry was unmistakable. “Thank you both, but shouldn’t we get going? I don’t want to keep your father waiting.” I looked to Damon trying to keep the mood light. The last thing we need right now is for the two of them to break out in a fight.