Training With The Queen

I inhaled deeply, then exhaled. I repeated it for the second time. I repeated for the third and the fourth time. Yet, I couldn't concentrate.

My mind was in chaos. My mind was here and there, on my family, on the Lycan boys who had taken residence in the Queen's palace for the weekend, on the woman in front of me, on the Queen who hadn't said a word to me since I came, only that I took a breath.

I've been taking breaths, trying to center myself but to no avail. My mind just refused to cooperate with my commands. My significant other was also absent.

We had been talking freely, on our way to the Queen's place this morning for the training—or was it punishment?—and then suddenly she had stopped speaking as I stepped into the compound. All efforts to invite her out were to no avail. I knew, however, that she was there, on the surface.