Chosen By The Moon

CHAPTER 20

Dylan POV

It was a small knock on the door, that seemed to wake me from my sleep. I groaned as I sat up, realizing I had slept crumpled up on the solid floor. My

entire body ached as I forced myself to stand, I walked over to a small mirror and looked at my face, I barely even recognized the girl staring back at me. My

eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and my cheeks and forehead were dirty, I had a large scabby cut on my forehead where I had hit it on the floor during my

abduction yesterday, and my left cheek bone had a rather large bruise forming from where the King had slapped me a billion and one times.

I heard another knock and my head snapped to it as the lock was turned, the door was then opened and my eyes widened. Within a second four of the

ladies from Yesterday in the line up walked in with a rack full of weird dresses, a black bag under arm and a large sliver box.

“Sorry to disturb you, your majesty, but we have a lot to do to get you ready for lunch this afternoon.” I honestly don’t remember anyone’s name. I’m hoping

this will go quick.

I immediately felt something wran around my waist. “What the f**k.” I looked down and noticed the grey haired lady taking my measurements as at lady

began to fiddle with my hair. “No no… No no.” I quickly stepped away from

all of them before looking around the room. There was literally no escape options whatsoever.

“Your grace we have had orders and…” I cut her off quickly, appealing to what I hope is a nice side she has.

“I’m not a royal.” I snapped causing all of their faces to drop suddenly. I let a frustrated huff before flopping on the bed face first. I screamed into the fabric

before feeling someone lift my leg up slightly.

“Hmm size 5, very common. Can we find a nice pair of heels in size 5?” One of the handmaidens set to work before I looked up. “I know you don’t exactly

like this situation, your majesty, but you are the Kings mate, therefore you have certain obligations. Having lunch with his family is one of them, dressing the

part is another.” She spoke as she pulled me off the bed and onto my feet.

Before I could even reply I was being dragged into my shared bathroom. I was forced into the full bathtub naked, And scrubbed from head to toe, my entire

body was waxed and my hair was cut to get it in into good condition.

A green gown was taken from the rack and quickly placed over my head, it had a lacy up back thingy and I already could tell I wasn’t going to be breathing

tonight. “I don’t wear dresses!” I tried to keep their wandering hands off me but my **s were now being groped as they were shoved into the dress. Finally

the back of the dress was pulled tightly together and fastened at the back.

“You are Queen now, you will be required to wear gowns like this everyday, I suggest you get used to it quickly.” The grey haired lady is definitely a wolf no

question. Even still she thinks she’s better than me.

“Why do I have to wear this for a stupid lunch anyway? The kings already seen me in my school uniform, so I don’t see the issue.” I was beyond confused

by what was going on, I hate this whole situation, I never wanted a mate, but the king, really? It’s just cruel.

“Ah yes, your uniform… Harriet, please place these items into the furnace.” The older lady held out my uniform to a handmaiden which she took before I

could stop her.

“You can’t burn it!” I yelled as I watched Harriet walk away with my uniform in hand. Thank god I took the picture of

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“Your Grace, you are above that life now. Look at you, you’re clean, beautiful and you will soon be marked and mated by the king, and even more exciting,

after that you will be coronated.” A different lady stepped forward to explain this life to me again. The more these women spoke the more I felt trapped, I

hated my life so much.

“I’m above no one.” I seethed as I stared her point blank in the face, Tm the lowest of the low, human s**m, branded only last week so everyone can see

what I am.” I looked at my brand and felt tears begin to form as I thought about my home town. As fast as they came I blinked them away, I will not show

emotion while living here, never again.

Next came styling my newly cut hair and decorating my face with make up. While my head felt like it was being dragged through a hedge, my face was

being prodded with powder and finally a lipstick thing. My wrists were held down while they worked on my appearance, this was mainly so I couldn’t push

them away as I was struggling, trying to get them to stop.

Once I was finished I was forced to see myself in the stupid floor length mirror. I actually looked like a f**g princess god help me. I mean, om having a brand

on my arm, my scars from all the lashings could be clearly seen on my upper back, I had a large white bandaid on my forehead where I had split it open

yesterday and my bright eyes looked tired and sunken in, but yeah, apart from that I was the perfect princess.

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