The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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"Why bother saving her when she’s going to die at the grand court anyway?" Brigid asked, watching Selene stitch.
It was the head maid's favorite activity during her leisure time, the lit fireplace keeping them warm and casting a soft glow across the room.
"And what makes you think so?" Selene asked, her tone neutral as she weaved her sewing needle through the fabric.
"She committed treason, and traitors have never been spared by the King. Not in centuries," Brigid muttered, idly twirling a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers.
Selene stayed silent for a moment before responding. "Shouldn't you be tending to the horses rather than concerning yourself with matters far above your station? The sentencing at the court will end soon, and you’ll be in trouble if you don’t complete your work on time."
"The last slave trial took a few hours," Brigid scowled, her perpetually sleepy eyes flashing with curiosity. "You’re sending me away again, aren’t you? Is that your only strategy for avoiding questions you don’t want to answer?"
Selene sighed, exasperated by Brigid’s stubbornness.
"It’s not going to work this time, Madam Selene. I’m sure you have something planned for her. you've never bat an eye on a slave yet you saved her and even warned her about the trial."
Selene’s hands stilled, her gaze meeting Brigid’s. "Don’t flatter yourself, Brigid. I do whatever I wish to do."
Brigid chuckled, swinging her feet to the floor as she leaned forward. "You know, Madam Selene, I’m curious about you. Your background, where you came from—you’re just so mysterious," she said, but Selene remained focused on her stitching, refusing to answer. "You know something about that slave… how she survived the King’s rut. Unlike the others, who were torn apart limb by limb, she was craving more..."
"Unlike other slaves who never survived, she has the blood of an Alpha running through her veins. Does that answer your question?" Selene muttered flatly, her tone sharp.
"Her wolf was silent. Either it went into hibernation, or perhaps she has none. Yet, she came out in one piece. Could she..." Brigid trailed off, a sly smile curling her lips. "Could she be the mate the King has been searching for all these centuries?"
"Brigid," Selene cut in, her tone laced with warning. "Go to your room."
Brigid pressed her lips together, wisely deciding not to push further. Rising to her feet, she said, "Goodnight, Madam Selene."
As the door clicked shut behind Brigid, Selene’s gaze shifted to the fire. Her expression was unreadable as she seemed to drift into deep thought.
••••••••••••
With the slave's body cleared, the tension in the court began to subside.
The high lords whispered in low voices, their eyes flashing with lust as they contemplated which female slave to choose—as theirs.
Occasions like this came as a breath of fresh air to them.
Many of them acquireds new slaves. Luckily for them, most of the slaves were female, clad in thin fabrics that barely concealed their bodies.
Slaves trails happens every year or two.
The confessions continued. One by one, slaves stepped forward, trembling as they confessed their sins under the king's piercing gaze, only to be sentenced immediately.
Most of the slaves were simply sold to the Citadel as a tribute to the realm.
The line grew shorter, and Arianna's turn drew near.
Nadia stepped forward when the spokesman called her name. Her expression was lifeless as she confessed to being the daughter of a traitor.
She was sentenced to serve the Citadel for the rest of her life.
Nadia clutched her dress tightly, her thoughts drifting to her sister. They could have served the Citadel together, but her sister was killed...
Her eyes flicked toward Valkyrie, seated calmly among the high nobles. That bitch... she thought bitterly.
Her sentence was declared: she was to serve as a handmaid in the Citadel’s lower quarters. A life barely better than death. Still, she bowed her head, grateful that the king had allowed her to live.
Finally, it was Arianna’s turn. Stepping forward, she suppressed her fear, having resolved her stance moments ago.
She squared her shoulders, bowing her head just slightly—not like the others.
“She’s got spirit, I see. Quite different from the others,” one lord murmured to another.
“I know, right? What an exquisite figure she has. I’d love to see—and feel—all of her.”
“That is, if her sin doesn’t require her death.”
The spokesman’s disinterested voice cut through. “Your name?”
“Arianna Greystone,” she replied, her voice calm despite the storm within her.
Murmurs rose within the court at her surname. A few recognized it.
“Greystone? As in Thane Greystone, the late Alpha of the Ravenswood Pack?”
“An Alpha’s daughter?”
“What, in the light of the full moon, is she doing here, sold as a slave to the Citadel?”
Interest sparked in the air, and the lust among the lords intensified. Most slaves are said to be omegas or rogues but having an Alpha woman as a slave? What an honor.
It was the head maid's favorite activity during her leisure time, the lit fireplace keeping them warm and casting a soft glow across the room.
"And what makes you think so?" Selene asked, her tone neutral as she weaved her sewing needle through the fabric.
"She committed treason, and traitors have never been spared by the King. Not in centuries," Brigid muttered, idly twirling a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers.
Selene stayed silent for a moment before responding. "Shouldn't you be tending to the horses rather than concerning yourself with matters far above your station? The sentencing at the court will end soon, and you’ll be in trouble if you don’t complete your work on time."
"The last slave trial took a few hours," Brigid scowled, her perpetually sleepy eyes flashing with curiosity. "You’re sending me away again, aren’t you? Is that your only strategy for avoiding questions you don’t want to answer?"
Selene sighed, exasperated by Brigid’s stubbornness.
"It’s not going to work this time, Madam Selene. I’m sure you have something planned for her. you've never bat an eye on a slave yet you saved her and even warned her about the trial."
Selene’s hands stilled, her gaze meeting Brigid’s. "Don’t flatter yourself, Brigid. I do whatever I wish to do."
Brigid chuckled, swinging her feet to the floor as she leaned forward. "You know, Madam Selene, I’m curious about you. Your background, where you came from—you’re just so mysterious," she said, but Selene remained focused on her stitching, refusing to answer. "You know something about that slave… how she survived the King’s rut. Unlike the others, who were torn apart limb by limb, she was craving more..."
"Unlike other slaves who never survived, she has the blood of an Alpha running through her veins. Does that answer your question?" Selene muttered flatly, her tone sharp.
"Her wolf was silent. Either it went into hibernation, or perhaps she has none. Yet, she came out in one piece. Could she..." Brigid trailed off, a sly smile curling her lips. "Could she be the mate the King has been searching for all these centuries?"
"Brigid," Selene cut in, her tone laced with warning. "Go to your room."
Brigid pressed her lips together, wisely deciding not to push further. Rising to her feet, she said, "Goodnight, Madam Selene."
As the door clicked shut behind Brigid, Selene’s gaze shifted to the fire. Her expression was unreadable as she seemed to drift into deep thought.
••••••••••••
With the slave's body cleared, the tension in the court began to subside.
The high lords whispered in low voices, their eyes flashing with lust as they contemplated which female slave to choose—as theirs.
Occasions like this came as a breath of fresh air to them.
Many of them acquireds new slaves. Luckily for them, most of the slaves were female, clad in thin fabrics that barely concealed their bodies.
Slaves trails happens every year or two.
The confessions continued. One by one, slaves stepped forward, trembling as they confessed their sins under the king's piercing gaze, only to be sentenced immediately.
Most of the slaves were simply sold to the Citadel as a tribute to the realm.
The line grew shorter, and Arianna's turn drew near.
Nadia stepped forward when the spokesman called her name. Her expression was lifeless as she confessed to being the daughter of a traitor.
She was sentenced to serve the Citadel for the rest of her life.
Nadia clutched her dress tightly, her thoughts drifting to her sister. They could have served the Citadel together, but her sister was killed...
Her eyes flicked toward Valkyrie, seated calmly among the high nobles. That bitch... she thought bitterly.
Her sentence was declared: she was to serve as a handmaid in the Citadel’s lower quarters. A life barely better than death. Still, she bowed her head, grateful that the king had allowed her to live.
Finally, it was Arianna’s turn. Stepping forward, she suppressed her fear, having resolved her stance moments ago.
She squared her shoulders, bowing her head just slightly—not like the others.
“She’s got spirit, I see. Quite different from the others,” one lord murmured to another.
“I know, right? What an exquisite figure she has. I’d love to see—and feel—all of her.”
“That is, if her sin doesn’t require her death.”
The spokesman’s disinterested voice cut through. “Your name?”
“Arianna Greystone,” she replied, her voice calm despite the storm within her.
Murmurs rose within the court at her surname. A few recognized it.
“Greystone? As in Thane Greystone, the late Alpha of the Ravenswood Pack?”
“An Alpha’s daughter?”
“What, in the light of the full moon, is she doing here, sold as a slave to the Citadel?”
Interest sparked in the air, and the lust among the lords intensified. Most slaves are said to be omegas or rogues but having an Alpha woman as a slave? What an honor.
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