3. Going with the king

Ronnie POV

"Sometimes, things don't go out of the way. We always go places we don't want to go for a reason. I'm sure you'll find your place in the Cistern palace" she said.

We talked for a long while with Aunt Midge telling me many ways to behave while in the palace. I was grateful to her because she's the only reason I could come live in that place of hell called my house. Ever since Dad died, I haven't really had anyone else to talk to except Aunt Midge.

She wiped my tears and stood up after kissing me good night. I was somewhat relieved after pouring out my heart to Aunt Midge. At least I get to talk to someone older than me. I only do this with Katie and no one else. I don't cry for anyone to see and call me weak. Why am I the only one in this house that's different? Everyone is werewolves but am just a weak witch. I thought about this all night long and didn't know when I would drift off to sleep.

I woke up to the ringing of my alarm as I stretched lazy on the bed. Gee, what a nice sleep I had. I slept so well that I didn't even dream. Days like today make me miss the good old days where I got to lay in bed as long as I like. I stood up from the bed and freshened up so I could go through the day. It's not like anything fun is happening today anyways, just another day of me being bossed around by Mia and her mom.

I walked down to the kitchen so I could grab something to eat before the duo woke up from their beauty sleep and made my life a living hell as always. I opened the fridge and helped myself to some fresh healthy stuff and dashed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

I was still preparing breakfast when Mia walked into the kitchen with her hair all messed up like she hadn't combed it in a year.

"Why are you dressed like there's an occasion in the house" she asked, looking at me suspiciously.

I rolled my eyes at her. "It's just my normal dress, Mia. I am just preparing your breakfast and nothing more, and besides, I don't have good clothes anyway," I said.

"Or are you planning to run away from the marriage? I would take it if you did," she asked,

"No Mia" I replied.

"Fine, because you can't run anyway. I would have been happy if I had been chosen by King Damon, but I wonder what made him choose a less sophisticated girl like you. You aren't beautiful or sexy as I am"she hissed

"Talk of beauty" I whispered.

"What did you say"she asked.

"Nothing, your highness" I said and smirked at her hatred.

I wonder why she thinks I like being chosen by a cold person. It's like being punished for a crime I didn't commit. I just looked at her sadly and smiled.

"Make some coffee for me and Mum. She said you should take a day off as she is expecting some visitor and dress well, would you" she smiled.

" OK my dear sister", I said sarcastically,

Damon POV

Alan is just a pain in the ass. I need that girl in the palace now to make the people believe I have found my mate. I was still deep in thought when Alan rushed to me.

"What took you so long" I said coldly?

"Sorry, I couldn't find the precise car key we were gonna use" he replied.

"Are you tired of your job? There are many people who'd like to take the position", I asked.

"Assh, you're too scary. I'll try to be faster next time" he said, sighing.

We went over to the car with the driver and I fumed when I saw the car we were gonna use. "I don't understand, who wants to die?" I asked in anger, as the maids looked frightened just the way I liked.

"Is anything the matter, your majesty?" Alan asked.

"Why a white colored car?" I asked.

"You don't like it, your mother ordered the driver to prepare it for you". Alan said

"And since when do I use white cars,"I asked,

"Sorry your majesty, we'll go change it to a white color" he bowed and exited my presence.

Ronnie POV

Why is stepmother being extra harsh today? I know she's cruel, but today seems different. Like she's from another planet of cruelty.

"Ronnie, I believe Mia already told you we are expecting some guests. I know you would be curious to know who? It's someone special and I wouldn't want you to mess anything up. Just play along and I might be a little considerate to allow you to go out of the house for once in your miserable life. But if you screw this opportunity of wealth off, I'll make sure this will be your last day on Earth. Do you understand" she asked?

"Yes ma" I replied.

Mia giggled evily and I hated her even more for it. I had to prepare food for our guests even though we had many maids to do it. My stepmother wouldn't let them.

I finished up pretty fast and went inside my room to freshen up as I was exhausted. I was applying some makeup when Mia burst into the room without knocking.

"Haven't you ever heard of the rule of knocking before entering a person's room?" I thundered.

"Ron, don't let me start with you, our visitors are here and mum said you should come to the living room to meet them" she said, looking at me with disdain.

"Ok then, I'll be there in a sec"I said

"Not in a sec, NOW" she thundered and I knew I couldn't say no because stepmother might kill me if Mia complained about me to her.

" OK, if that's what you want", I sighed.

""Exactly what I want, muchacha"she smiled, "after you, senorita" she said, pointing to me to the door.

I walked out of the room and headed for the siting room. I could hear voices coming from the living room and one of them was from my stepmother, laughing. I walked into the living room and saw a handsome looking blonde man, about 6 feet tall. He was sitting down on the couch and sipping his coffee and checking his watch, obviously waiting for something or someone. I sat down on the couch and all eyes fell on me. First, from my stepmother and then from the man.

"I think she's the right one" he asked, referring to me.

"Yes sir", stepmother answered, smiling like a lost hyena.

"I think she's perfect for our dear king Damon. We promise to do our best for this family for the help rendered to us" he said.

"It's no problem sir, it's for the royal family's happiness", stepmother smiled again. Gosh, I hate it when she smiles.

"I think we should best be on our way as the king wouldn't want to be kept waiting for such a long time." He said, standing up from the couch.

"Oh yes. Let me help her pack up", stepmother moved to where I was sitting and took my hands in hers.

We both went to my room."I don't understand, who's packing?" I asked, confused. "Are we moving out or there's something you guys are not telling me," I questioned.

"Oh, you, of course. The king has requested you come live in the palace and you are going now" she said unemotionally.

"What??" I thundered.