Chapter 139
Prince Duncan stared after the cabs until he could no longer see them.
“Cheer up, chap, it is only a week,” Wynn said.
“Being away from one’s fated mate, let alone claimed mate for just a day, can be torture. Imagine a week,” Prince Deacon said, walking over to his own mansion.
“I was thinking of taking Princess Freda on a little trip. A duchess a few towns from here is having a few balls and Princess Bently said there will be some suiters there for her. Who knows, perhaps she will even find her fated mate,” Wynn said.
“She is royalty, so most likely she won’t find a mate at a duchess ball,” Prince Deacon said, rolling his eyes.
“There will be a few royal offspring, just like her,” Wynn said.
“Don’t you think if her mate was around that she would have found him by now? Surely she has met all the royalties England has to offer?” Prince Deacon pointed out.
“There will be a couple of foreigners as well. They are trying to get other countries to join the war effort; an alliance with England,” Wynn said.
“When are you leaving?” Prince Deacon asked, wondering.
“I was hoping you can take her,” Wynn said.
“Me? So, you can stay behind and f*ck her mother?” Prince Deacon asked without a smile.
“Don’t be so grim, it will keep your mind off Emily. See it as a distraction,” Wynn suggested.
“You clearly have never been fated before,” Prince Deacon said, phasing up and down the living room.
“I have actually, a hundred years ago, give or take,” Wynn said, resting his one foot on his knee.
“What happened? Why don’t I know this?” Prince Deacon asked, standing still for a moment.
“It only lasted for an hour or so. She tried to kill me,” Wynn said with a chuckle.
“Really? Why?” Prince Deacon asked, now curious.
“Because I am a hybrid. Thankfully, I was stronger than her and we agreed to unmated and never mention it again. I have not seen her since then,” Wynn said, thinking back at that day, at one of the most beautiful creatures he has ever laid his eyes on, Clarisa.
“It is far better not to be mated, trust me. Nothing worse than being a love-sick puppy,” Prince Deacon said as he started to phase up and down the living room again.
“Will you sit down already?” Wynn said, getting irritated by Prince Deacon’s restlessness.
“What if something goes wrong?” Prince Deacon asked, turning to face Wynn.
“Are you not link to her? Can’t you access her mind? See-through her eyes?” Wynn asked, wondering.
“It is different. I can feel if she is scared or happy, and every now and then I can hear her thoughts but not like as if she would have been a lycan,” Prince Deacon explained.
“Well, it is better than nothing. So instead of walking a hole into the carpet, sit down, relax and focus on her mind,” Wynn suggested.
“Brunch is served in the sunroom,” Benjamin announced, walking into the living room.
Wynn stood up to walk to the sunroom, Prince Deacon following him.
During brunch, Wynn gave Prince Deacon more details regarding the trip to find Princess Freda’s fated mate. “I just feel that she will be more willing to go if you are the one taking her, but don’t mention that it is to find her fated mate.”
“Can’t we just get a shaman to put a mate spell on her?” Prince Deacon suggested.
“A what?” Wynn asked.
“You are defiantly older than a thousand years, yet you don’t know about a mate spell?” Prince Deacon asked in disbelief.
“I don’t. Please explain,” Wynn asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“My parents used it on me with Zara. I only find out that night. Zara failed to conceal her mind from me,” Prince Deacon said.
“Why did you sleep with her if you knew?” Wynn asked.
“To keep Princess Emily safe,” Prince Deacon said, feeling ashamed of what he has done. Not because of the way he took Zara but for betraying his bond with Emily.
“You should be careful with your words. You never know who is listening,” Wynn said.
By the time brunch was over, Wynn had Prince Deacon convinced to take her for the Dutches ball.
“So, when is this ball?” Prince Deacon asked, sipping on his coffee.
“It is four days of events, three evenings of glamorous balls; the first one tomorrow evening, but guests are to arrive by mid-day for a garden picnic,” Wynn explained, standing up to get the invitation with details on.
“I see,” Prince Deacon said, taking the invitation and scanning it over, wondering if Emily would have liked such festivities.
"Benjamin, please take this and make sure I have the right clothing to wear," Prince Deacon said, handing him the invitation.
"Do you want to take Benjamin with you?" Wynn suggested.
"If you won't need him, then sure," Prince Deacon agreed, knowing he will look more the part if he had a footman.
"If after the week Princess Freda did not find her fated mate, then you can arrange for a shaman mate spell," Wynn said, before leaving.
"Where are you going?" Prince Deacon asked.
"I am going to inform Princess Bently that you agreed," Wynn said with a smile before leaving the house.
'Princess Freda will be over the moon, I am sure,' Prince Deacon thought with a sigh, wondering what he got himself into.
Prince Deacon was glad to have a quiet day, as Princess Freda was packing enough dresses and accessories for a year, which kept her too busy to come over to Prince Deacon.
That evening, Prince Deacon was lying in his bed, focusing on connecting with Emily's mind. It was just after dinner, which he had alone since Wynn had dinner with Princess Bently and his daughter.
'What it must be to have a daughter? I wonder how many children Emily and I will have?' Prince Deacon wondered, getting sidetracked.
'Ok, focus Duncan,' Prince Deacon willed himself.
Prince Deacon did not manage to link to Emily's mind as he fell asleep. The next morning, he got woken up by Benjamin. “Lord Deacon, the cars are ready, suitcases loaded. Would you like to eat before leaving, as the next meal will only be when you arrive at luncheon?"
"Let a man wake first." Prince Deacon sat up and swung his legs over the bed.
"Sorry my Lord, I am still learning," Benjamin apologized.
"Let the day begin," Prince Deacon said, rubbing one hand over his face.
"I have selected this traveling suit. I think it will be the most comfortable," Benjamin said, laying the clothes out.
After getting dressed, Prince Deacon had a cup of coffee with Wynn.
"Are you sharing her bed now?" Prince Deacon asked sarcastically.
"What is it to you?" Wynn responded with a grin.
"People will be talking. Is she not concerned about her status?" Prince Deacon asked before taking his last sip of coffee.
"I believe the pleasure I provide her makes her not care what people will say," Wynn chuckled.
"You are sure of yourself," Prince Deacon said, with a smile, not used to this side of Wynn.
"Well, aren't you?" Wynn said, standing up to see Prince Deacon and Princess Freda off.
