Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 68

“Thank you, Lewis.” He smiled at me again, and gently tucked a piece of stray hair behind my ear, then cleared his throat and took a step back away from me.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” I took a deep breath in before opening the door to the dining area and entering. Immediately my gaze met that of the dowager queen as I stepped carefully towards the table.

“You are late!” The old queen spoke, indignation laced in her voice at my tardiness. My gaze met hers and I was instantly met with a look that screamed complete disapproval, however despite that, she truly was the poster child of perfection. Her hair looked perfect, not a single curl was out of place, her athletic figure was subtly shown under her gown, her face had a light coat of what I can tell was finely ground makeup that would have cost me at least 2 months rent and probably a lashing. It was almost genuinely ridiculous how perfect the lady was.

“Maybe you’re early?” I tried to crack a small smile at the check of my statement, but was met with a face completely stoic and void of any humor, which in turn had me wincing knowing a berating was coming my

way.

my head at her words, it instantly caused outrage to breakout on the dowager queens face. “Just Sit down, we have much to discuss.” I swallowed thickly and sat down on

room without King Josh being present, he was usually sat right next to me making sure I ate all of the disgusting food I was was given, or whispering to me how good our previous round of activities were. The very fact that it was just me and her grace sat at the solid oak table was for some reason causing me some unease. At least

bond has been established and you have accepted my sons mark, your coronation won’t be far behind. It’s important that you start to learn the ways of lycan royalty.” She elegantly explained before the waiters bought our food out. I sighed as I looked at the thousandth bowl of soup Id been given since living here. I was getting extremely fed up of soup. The queen had a lovely looking chicken lunch, complete with salad and boiled potatoes. It made my mouth salivate slightly, “You’ll be required to participate in

What

What are they trying to

her hands slamming

and you will do so to the best of your abilities. I was going to allow you longer to heal, however you will now partake in your first lesson this afternoon.” This afternoon? Does she mean after lunch? But Lewis

waltz.”

waltz?! I’m gonna end up dead, I couldn’t dance, I had no rhythm at all, so trying to

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