King Rhydian Of Drafoy

RHYDIAN DRAFOY 

"My king, the ladies are here" 

I looked up from the massive stack of documents I was signing.

"And?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

Bastian stared at me in disbelief..."The traditions demand you come out and welcome them" He sputtered, lowering his head.

"you are such a lazy king" Ray sneered in my mind.

I ignored him.

the wolf who was the beast part of me took joy In doing only one thing... annoying me.

"The queen dowager also said..."

"I will go" 

I said abruptly as I rose from my seat.

Bastian hurriedly nodded as he went to prepare my outfit.

I twirled my pen absentmindedly.

This tradition was stupid.

I don't want any woman in my life.

they are all evil conniving snakes.

I had stayed long enough in the palace to know that women were the most dangerous creatures ever 

especially after seeing how my father was played that evil woman.

"They will definitely drool" Bastian said, dusting off invisible dirt from my outfit.

I ignored him, not interested in what silly dramas that he was playing out in his head.

...

immediately I walked into the hall, the smell of perfumes filled my nose.

I had a very sharp sense of smell.

it was a thing with werewolves but mine was just different, it was more like a disorder.

"Ugly"

"Ugly"

Once again, Ray was at it, he was rating the different ladies.

not that I even had an interest in any of them.

I was just hoping to chose one woman as my empress and be done with it.

a woman who knows her plate and would stay out of my sight 

"Yeah right, like you are the most handsome of tbe bunch"

yup, I loved spiting him up too.

"Have you seen me?" Ray asked in a cocky tone.

"You are ugly for a wolf" I sneered but to my surprise he didn't go all crazy on me,in fact, he was dead silent.

"Ahh, such strange colour of eyes, what specie is that?" 

that was what I heard again, this time, his voice was laced with interest.

I looked up, curious to see who had drawn his attention.

it was a young lady, a very thin and malnourished looking one at that.

But she had two very striking features.

Glass Magneta eyes and red hair.

it made me think of something, I had forgotten the name but I could swear that I have heard about them before.

"Who is she?" I asked Bastian in a low tone.

he looked at her and gave me my answer immediately.

"She is a human representative from the east part, a daughter of a well known aristocratic family" he answered 

"A human?"

Ray mused.

indeed, he was another part of me, our thoughts aligned just same.

I rose from my throne.

Ignoring the tension murmurs coming from the ladies around as I walked down.

heading towards her.

the closer i got, the more I perceived a scent.

it was there but not there.

almost like something was obscuring it, preventing it from being known.

At this point, I didn't care about the other ladies around.

I just wanted to perceive more of that intoxicating scent so I leaned close, ignoring her wide eyes.

with a sniff, I felt something stir in me.

"She shall stay"

I swear to God, that was Ray and not me.

....

"Well maybe...if you cared to explain what happened in the hall, then I won't disturb you" Bastian insisted.

"well isn't the aim of the ceremony to make me choose one woman?" I asked.

He sighed heavily as he put his hands on his waist.

"Not like that!, they have to go through series of test, plus you can't be partial to only one woman!!" Bastian said.

"You want me to have a harem? like my father?"

at the thought of my father, my expression hardened coldly.

"Not that my king" he exclaimed.

I glared at him coldly, I was very sure that by now, my eyes were flashing colours.

he gulped and moved back "No my king ..you know what.... just go with the flow" he said and rushed out of the room like an ant on hot pan.

I leaned on my seat, a satisfied grin on my face.

fear was my weapon,I manipulated it well and made sure my followers knew it.

Instilling fear was the best route to get you way.

....

"I don't know what I am doing here, I have lots of documents to attend to" I sighed, resisting the urge to turn my back.

"It's protocol" Ray hissed, shocking the hell out of me.

"You are the last person to talk about protocols or traditions" I snapped and he went silent.

the doors of the ballroom opened and I walked in.

Once again, I was assaulted with the dizzying scent of perfume.

"torture" Ray groaned.

I almost rolled my eyes at him.

"There she is" 

I looked forward and indeed it was her.

the interesting pet.

The song started "That's my cue Ray" I said in a jolly tone.

"What are you up to dimwit?" he asked but I ignored him.

I walked straight to Olivia and stretched out my hands, inviting her.

she was lost in shock but it was the elven princess that had quickly made her accept.

"Fuck"

I hissed in my head, Ray was having a field day laughing at me.

She didn't know how to dance at all and she kept on stepping on me.

what aristocratic daughter doesn't know how to dance.

and not only that, she was very rigid, like she would flee away if she was given the slightest opportunity.

she was different.

"Are you scared of me?" I asked.

I watched her gulp before nodding her head "any sensible person would" she added.

"not everyone, just you" I said as I twirled her around, showing her the situation in the ballroom.

The envious gazes of the other women.

"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you, neither would I hurt you..yet"

To me, it was more of a promise than an ordinary statement.

but I didn't know if she would get my point.

Once the dance was Iver, I hurried out of the ball room, not caring about he aftermaths of my. actions 

she would be safe for now or so I thought....