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Luna Of The 45
WITH A KEEN EYE, Portia's slender finger hovered over the pages of the catalog, finally coming to a halt as she pointed to the soft yellow fabric that caught her attention, its delicate folds and intricate lace giving it an air of sophistication and elegance. “This one's good,"
They were currently choosing an outfit for Helga to wear to the wedding she had been invited to. Portia couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for feeling excited about the upcoming event, considering the complicated situation involving her friend's ex-lover and current mate. Just imagining Helga showing up at her ex-lover's wedding with her mate-it was like something out of a dramatic telenovela, with twists and turns that kept Portia on the edge of her seat.
"Should I go
with this one then? It's quite aesthetically pleasing." Helga hummed, still feeling conflicted about going to Incarnadine with Siegren next week. She suggested that she could bring Portia instead if he was worried, but he insisted on accompanying her. In the end, she agreed to his offer and now, they're starting to make preparations for the event.
"You don't have to make a decision right away. Take your time and consider all your options," Portia advised, taking a sip of tea as the gentle breeze of late morning swept through the garden. She savored the warmth of the sun on her skin, finding peace in the gazebo. "No matter which dress you choose, it will definitely match your stunning beauty."
"You praise me too much," Helga chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"No, Luna, I'm just stating facts; even if you decide to wear a simple dress, you will still be the center of attention since you have a natural presence and radiance that cannot be ignored. "Porta shrugged, her voice filled with admiration and pride. "You might even outshine the bride."
With a haughty scoff, Helga relished the thought of being in the spotlight. She knew it would not only humiliate Miranda but enrage her as well. For once, she wanted to give Miranda a taste of her medicine, a taste of what she had endured, the constant humiliation, being ignored, and being made to feel worthless. The mere thought of stealing the attention away from Miranda on the day of her wedding filled her with a deep sense of satisfaction. She could almost hear the gasps and whispers as all eyes turned to her and saw the jealousy burning in Miranda's eyes.
"Outshining her doesn't seem a bad idea," she said, sipping her tea before placing it back on the table. Portia nodded enthusiastically; her voice filled with excitement as she assisted Queen Luna in choosing the perfect revenge dress.
They spent another hour at the picturesque gazebo, making sure that the dresses they picked were perfect and suited Helga's taste. Then, they left the gardens and made their way into the palace, where they ran into the Alpha King and his beta, who appeared to be on their way somewhere, given Siegren's masked appearance.
"Are you going out of the palace?" Helga inquired; her eyes focused on Siegren as he nodded while adjusting his mask.
"We'll just do some inspection in the central plaza,” he replied with a warm smile before closing the distance between them and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Helga's cheeks flushed with surprise, caught off guard by his sudden display of affection in front of their friends. She couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed, especially when she noticed Portia and David beaming proudly like doting parents.
"We may not return until late, so I'll leave everything here in the palace with you. If you need assistance, just ask for Portia's help or reach out to Lucian." Siegren informed her and gave her head a gentle pat.
"All right, take care." Helga nodded, her lips curling up into a smile as she bid her farewell.
As soon as the Alpha king and his beta exited, Helga spun around to find Portia grinning at her with obvious contentment. It was clear that the beta female was pleased with how affectionate they had been.
"What?" she asked, feeling a bit startled and flustered as they walked towards the stairs. The servants they passed greeted them with a respectful bow of their heads, but she was too distracted to fully acknowledge it.
"I know it's pointless to ask this question because of the effect of Alpha King's curse, but is there a moment where you have felt that he was your fated mate?" Portia asked, causing her to stop in her tracks and look back at Portia with confusion before pursing her lips. It hadn't crossed her mind before, but thinking about the intensity of their mate bond, she couldn't help but ponder on the possibility.
"No," She shook her head and continued walking, giving a nod to the royal guards who stood outside her study before entering with Portia. She has her own study now, and this is where she spends most of her time reviewing budgets and organizing finances for the palace. "But now that you mention it, the idea of us being destined mates does seem possible." Helga sat down in her chair and opened the document she needed to review while Portia made herself comfortable on the sofa.
"Unfortunately, it will be difficult to confirm that because Siegren's curse is preventing us from sensing it," she explained further, "Our situation is complicated; we chose each other as mates, and the mating process solidified our bond like any other pair of mates. However, deep down, we both knew there was something unique about our connection. And we can only confirm it once Siegren's curse has been lifted."Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
"Speaking of, do you happen to know how the curse on the royal family began? I mean, what triggered it?" Helga asked. She had been intrigued by this topic since she first discovered that a curse had been placed on the monarchy, but no amount of research had revealed its origins or any potential solutions for lifting it.
"I'm sorry, I cannot provide an answer. The only ones privy to the specifics are those with royal lineage,” Portia answered. “But I can say for sure that the descendant of the witch who cast the curse upon the royal family has the power to break it."