And so that’s what I decided. I was never one to give up. I was stubborn as all I’d rise to the top of the throne and I’d smite Kairos and all his little stupid friends as soon as I got up there. So I tried my best to distract him by goading him
I poked the bear.
*Aren’t you like a potential King consort?” I said, as fearless as I could. “What do you think the Queen would say to you pinning down a wolfless? I know Maximus was already told off.”
He paused for a moment. It was the longest amount of time he’d taken before snarking a reply back at me. Finally, he snapped slamming my shoulders against the ground again.
*The Queen is none of your concern, wolfless!” he spat. “You will never know how it is to be a queen!”
“Probably not,” I said. My head was starting to feel light. The bramble besides my head had scraped into my skull and I felt something dripping down my temple. But still, I fought.
“But isn’t there a chance she won’t even pick you?” I fumbled to get the words out of my mouth but they still made sense. The princess, that is.”
“Do you not understand the power of the crown, wolfless? Kairos spat. “They are a political tool. The Queen will force the princess to pick whichever suitor is her true mate.”
Didn’t I know that!
This princess, in particular, is bound to be powerful,” Kairos continued. “It is a power that is best suited with equal power. One that I possess.”
“What do you mean?” At that point, I was genuinely confused and asking questions. What did he mean I was “bound to be powerful? Victoria had told me nothing of my power. For God’s sake, I was wolfless!
Kairos blinked at me. His grip lessened on my wrists. I thought about scrambling away in his confusion but I was far too curious of my supposed future to run.
