---AVALON POV---
Leaving me Completely Flattered!.
"Good night" I murmur in response. "Do you think you can adjust a little closer to me. I can not sleep" I complain.
It is already late at night, and I still cannot sleep. Perhaps it is because of the heated moment we shared?.
I can feel my cheeks heat up. He did not open his eyes, rather he just wrapped his large arm around my waist. "How about now?. You sleep on my scent don't you?" His eyes still closed.
He sure knows that. And I do too. His scent is just too intoxicating, I get drunk on them.
***
Avalon wakes earlier than expected, she had slept late last night. And she still manage to wake earlier.
The maids has gotten things ready for her. She just needed, to have her bath and get dressed. She must not be late for her first duty has the queen of the Kingdom of Meth.
Getting dressed in her hold royal attire, matching with her black and gold tiara.
Avalon stood elegantly stunning. She was aware of her beauty there was no need for any body to inform her of it.
The door to her closet swing open. And Ares walks in. He is so dressed in a black and gold roya robe. His shoe gold in color. His walk majestic!.
He was the king afterall.
Avalon stare at him through the large mirror in the closet. Memories of what they did last night flashing through her memory.
Last night was a mistake, she noted.
She would never allow him to touch her again.
"You look, elegantly beautiful wife" he said and the maids excuses them. Inclining theit heads as they slowly retreat.
"You do not look bad yourself your majesty" she reply, turning to him.
Ares was dazed by her look. She was from another world. This woman, she does things to him. Things that are unexplainable.
"Thank you". He answers and offers her his left arm. They walk together to the grand hall.
"Are you ready?" He asks.
"Yes. You?" I asked too. "Ofcourse I have always been ready".
Walking in to the grand hall where her hand maid has gotten all the neccassary arrangements in the grand hall.
***
There are like a hundred ministers in their purple attire standing with their heads inclined in the grand hall.
Avalon stares at the throne, painted in gold. Actually it was pure gold, the kingdom of Meth are really not blessed money only, they are also blessed with resources, expensive natural resources at that.
"Sit" Ares orders Avalon to sit on her throne as he strode towards his own throne situated right next to his wife's.
It is her first time seating on a throne as a queen. If she was feeling the tingles Ares' arms that were wrapped around her wait then it is replaced by knots of happiness that cannot be unfettered.
"We shall start with the petitions."
King Ares ordered placing his crown on the armrest of the throne.
Avalon watches as the old men in purple attires great the king. "Your majesty!. You are welcome to start the journey of your fathers. You shall reign long in health by the blue moon your majesty".
"Who is he?" I ask in my mind and was not surprised when Ares reply in my head.
"The chief minister of the western kingdom. He is half_breed too from a high ranking clan". Obviously, I noted!.
"May you enjoy your reign your majesty!" The same chief said and the other men echoed. "By the blue moon. Your majesty!!!!!!!".
"Oh that was sly grin on the head chief's lips. I did not miss it?." I said in my thoughts hoping Ares would reply but he did not.
"The Warewolves requires that the price of their taxes are higher than that of the Lycans who has less population of farmers than the Warewolves. There was more to it they believe. They believe the Lycans her bossing them around!"
Another chief said. He has a long nose and firmly shaped jawline. And tan skin. Wrinkles obvious on his face. Unlike the chief minister of the western kingdom.
Ares kept quiet for a long moment, this kept Avalon worried. What was wrong.?
Did he not hear them?.
Until he walks down amist the ministers. "I believe everyone here can see my wife. But I am highly pained at your disregard for my wife. Is this how you welcome us?."
"Oh your majesty, we are deeply sorry. I hope she forgives us. May you live long and reign well by the blue moon".
"All hail the king and queen!!!!"
"All hail the king and queen!!!" They echoed.
This men are sly. They really ignored the customs?. This is barbaric and unacceptable!.
"The Warewolves should understand that the Lycans are the ones taking care of their cost of living. Perhaps they forget about the agreement they made to the half breed?" The half breed are the royals. The highest in rank.
They live the longest.
The Lycans of the Corvinus strain, live pretty much as long as you let them. They don´t die, they barely age from reaching adulthood and they are physically superior to both men and vampires. However, Warewolves do not age.
Avalon and Ares passed a glare at one another as they both speak in their heads.
"They had wanted to cancel the petitions obviously. They tricked the petitions.
Those rebellious fools.!" Ares cursed within.
"You should calm down your majesty." I said out loud forgetting that I was chatting the king in his head.
"I am okay with them complaining. I mean they are the most workers of this land. Moreso, they do not violate the laws unlike the witches. Tell them we would grant their wants. However the half-breed do not have a lacking in this. We surpass them including Lycans in every ways." This was the first time Avalon had seen Ares speak with too much authority. He was a king indeed. Born to lead. But hre more he keeps getting things done the right way. The more Avalon hates his guys he was just a murderer.
And he can not change that fact. Avery living thing that comes near to him dies for him to live. He does not deserve any of this favours.
What was the half-breeds the highest in rank.? Why does the blue moon have to be so partial?. It was just so impartial.!