IT'S MAGIC TIME!!!

Freda’s POV

My eyes burst open and at once I’m in a dilemma. I peered straight at the ceiling of my room and for some unexplained reason I woke up feeling very naughty and excited at the same time. My entire night was filled with flashbacks and memories of the way Damien pulled me close and cupped my breasts from behind. Stroking my hair and kissing my neck before I managed to fight the seduction and forced myself out of the funny feeling to resist Damien’s urges. This and many more of my dreams were enveloped last night and here I was in my bedroom in the castle with messy hair and a sticky body.

I squinted my eyes and picked my nose, stretched on the bed, and took off my clothing to examine the curves on my body.I walked up to the gigantic mirror and sighed “God I’m beautiful! No wonder Damien won’t resist. I mean who’d resist these curves.”

I smiled back at myself and threw myself back on the bed. I picked up my pillow smiling at the thought of Damien and the first kiss we shared. Still annoyed at the way we both had this natural attraction to each other and magnetic pull and push. I like Damien. I can't deny but the way he is going about this mate thing is the only problem. I mean if you asked me politely to choose if you didn’t hold my father hostage, if you didn’t put a guard on my watch 247 to ensure I don’t leave the palace, if he at least gave me the courtesy of freedom and liberty, I’d be so much more willing to throw myself at him! but no he wouldn’t.

He is always ready to show his powers and authority in everything he does. I feel conflicted. Having a desire for Damien, a soft spot for him, enjoying his stolen kisses and at the same time trying hard to keep the hate urge in me for him. A butterfly peacefully flying just as though it were floating in the sky landed on a blooming purple bougainvillea next to my window pane and instantly distracted my chain of thoughts about Damien and his wicked seduction. I stood up and walked to the window again to observe myself. I kept my hands in the sides of my panties, the only layers of clothing left in my body and tilted my hip to the side. I cupped my breast with my left hand and gave a sexy pose as though I was modeling for an organization.

“Brrrring... Brrrring... Brrrring... “the clock timer buzzed. It was 9 am! The time for my training with the witch Elara starts now. Quickly I ran to the shower singing:

“In the tower high where the moonlight gleams,
The princess dreams of distant streams,
Her golden hair like the sun’s own ray,
She waits in hope for a brighter day.
Through ancient halls, her laughter rings,
As soft winds hum the song she sings.”

All through the shower I sang this heartfully and for some weird reason it elevated my mood for the better. I got to the training group 20 minutes late and as earlier agreed with the witch , late coming meant an extension of training periods and harsher training environments. But for some reason, Elara appeared bright as well. “You look happy, what's the catch?”Elara enquired.

“Nothing I had a good night's rest I guess” trying not to show any more emotions and brushing off the last ones on my face. She wasn’t buying my excuse from the look on her face but for some reason she let it slide.
“You see Freda, you can’t be a great queen in this kingdom without first being a master of spells. Since you aren’t fully werewolf and you are so young and beautiful you. We’d to be feared lest you rule with chaos looming and a regime spoilt by military coup d’etat. To avoid this, you must fortify yourself in the bosom of witch spells and that’s why I was designated your sole trainer on your use of witch spells as a human” Elara says with a look of reassurance all over her face. I liked that she was honest and plain with me. But what I didn’t like was that she was on Damien’s side. She wanted me to be the queen too. Everyone wants me to be something that suits their coats but no one cares to enquire what it was that I want.

After memorizing a few spells, I kept on having flashes of memories of seductive moments I shared with Damien and how he caressed and kissed the small of my lips. It was beautiful. Several moments passed and I lifted my head in tiredness. For some moments my eyes wandered off the open fields Where I was having my training to an elevated highland above us in the distance. I saw Damien and three other guards walking loosely through the meadows and into the deeper route of the other side of the castle. Damien looked even more charming from a distance and his royal armor looked so good a sight to behold.
“Freda!?” Elara snapped her fingers loudly, bringing my consciousness back to the training grounds. Elara leaned closer and told me a short story about her teenage life and how she spent hers. They were directly in contrast to mine and I was living the life she’d have been willing to Kill for back in the day.

“Say out your spells loudly” Elara demanded after concluding the story she was telling me. I stood back on my feet, prostrated, and spoke the words of the spell
“Barakahh finiessàderhryaaá magnus”
“Barakahh finiessàderhryaaá magnus”
“Loudus massa Louiy dry”
Which when translated meant “strike the fireplace with heat and Jewish flames glow!” I said it several times but nothing unusual happened.
“Stop,” Elara says. She gestured to the fireplace and said: “Barakahh finiessà derhryaaá magnus”
“Barakahh finiessàderhryaaá magnus”
“Loudus massa Louiy dry”
Instantly fire lit the fireplaces and burnt fiercely.