Chapter 14

-Trynnian-

After our late night chat, Kit and I didn’t talk much. He seemed to be thinking a lot, but other than our lack of conversation, everything else was the same. The same, if not better.

Kit began eating decent amounts of food, my mother helped him to adopt more cats (he has like five now and the fact that he manages to entertain them all deserves respect) and we have been discussing how to move forward with my mother and oldest brother.

“It seems like we have a few options,” the crown prince Norion says. “We need peace, and father isn’t going to help us achieve that.” We all nod solemnly. “So, the first option is to ask father to step down, and I’ll ascend the throne, and Trynnian’s marriage serves as the evidence for the peace between our nations.”

I don’t mention how I told Kit to get a different partner - he deserves love, and although I could give it to him, he shouldn’t be in this environment. Speaking of, I don’t know if Kit is even gay. Obviously we kiss, but I’ve never asked about it.

Norion takes us through the other, less peaceful, options, which mainly consist of taking the throne by force and either killing the king or locking him away. No one is a massive fan of those options, based on the fact that this is family we’re talking about.

The conclusion we come to is that we do have options, but they’ll all take time to put into action. For example, getting in touch with my mother’s brother to provide us with political assistance will take a little bit of time, among other things.

It seems that my mother also is assisting the werewolves - no one is entirely sure of what is going on over there, but it seems that several wolves rebelled, not fans of their alpha’s son marrying me, a human.

Once that particular problem is dealt with, we can get Kit sent home, and we will be able to move more freely within the castle, without the worry that he’ll be assassinated.

Shit, I’m going to miss him.

A week passes, and my brother begins to fully put his plan into motion; things were getting busy in order to get the king off the throne, even for me. I didn’t even realise what the date next week would be, until it’d been two weeks since Kit’s family left.

He only had a week left, and then he was going home.

That morning, I couldn’t get up. I never could, at this time of year. I used to try, but now I’d given up, accepting that on this day, I couldn’t do anything. I knew Kit was worried, but I couldn’t even look at him.

Not without seeing a different werewolf looking back at me.

Pulling the covers over my head, I turned away from my husband, hiding under the safety of my duvet. I couldn’t do anything today, so I might as well just sleep the day away.

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-Kit-

Something’s wrong with Trynnian. He won’t talk to me, won’t even look at me. Leaving him alone, once he told me to for the fifth time, I make my way to Cordiana instead. She welcomes me into her study with a kind smile, offering me a seat when she sees I want to talk.

“I think Trynnian hates me,” I say quietly, gripping my fingers together. I don’t want him to hate me. I’ve been trying to not get too attached, knowing I’ll be gone in a week, but it’s hard. I have feelings for him, and whether that’s because he’s the only one who’s been nice to me like this or not, my feelings are still real.

I like him. After almost four weeks together as close as we are, I can tell it’s no longer a sudden confession, like on that first night.

I like him. But I have to leave him.

What if he hates me and I never get to say goodbye?

Cordiana places her hand on my knee, patting it gently. “Oh sweetheart, he doesn’t hate you. Today is a difficult day for him, that’s all.” My brows crease, and I stare at her. “Why? Is he ill?” Her smile turns sad, and she nods.

“His heart is sick. It has been ever since he was a little boy, but now he’s a lot better, and he’s fine most of the time, but he just can’t today.” I nod, knowing how it feels to be sick in other ways than physically.

“Can I do anything to help him?”

She shakes her head, touching my cheek fondly. “I don’t know. Normally he likes to be left to his memories. But, your comfort might go a long way,” she sucks in a breath, patting my cheek once before letting go.

“However, he’s sick because of a werewolf. So, being around you might be hard. I’m not sure; he’s never been around a werewolf since then.”

I frown at her, not understanding. “Will he tell me about it if I ask him?” Cordiana seems a little shocked, but her kind smile returns. “Perhaps. He refuses to talk about it to anyone, but we all know you’re special to him. You could try and offer him comfort, but be ready to leave if he needs space.”

I nod hurriedly, thanking her as I speed out of the study, heading back to Trynnian. I want to be there for him, like he has been for me so many times. He’s hurting, and now it’s my chance to try ease that pain.