Katrina's POV
"Open," I called at the door as I halted my task of brushing my brows, an action I had never done in my life.
Ariana had volunteered to pluck my brows the previous night. I refused initially but she told me it'd be worth it. After some persuasion, I gave in and almost regretted doing that at the jabs of pain I felt at each pull of my facial hair.
In the end, the result was rewarding as she had said and the pain was nothing compared to all the hurt I had gone through all my life so I sucked it up and was happy at the change it made on my face as my sight caught the mirror that morning.
We spent some time over dinner which she had brought and I was surprised when she joined me in eating. When I asked, her response was simply, she was hungry and she knew I was lonely so she came to keep me company and made me feel at ease.
After dinner she pointed out the names and uses of the content in bottles, containers and tubes that were on my vanity table and in the bathroom.
I was advised which to apply on the face, on the skin, on the lips, and use on bathing, also as a body mist. It was morning and I had thankfully recalled all she had said down to the last letter 'z'
Making use of the products in the right order, it would be a lie if I said I didn't feel different. My face somehow glowed, my skin softer, my lips fuller and not to mention how sweet I scented from bath and the lotions.
"The King requests your presence," a female voice revealed herself as the person who had knocked on my door by entering my space and passing the information she was sent to do.
Eyes widening, breath seizing for a moment, I whirled my body to face her. She appeared to be one of the maids thus she was clad in what appeared to be a uniform of blue slacks and a matching vest white lines at the breast pocket, end of the shirt sleeves and the side of the slacks.
In the last few hours, I had enjoyed my hours of bliss and getting warmed up by the people I had met and the welcoming environment that I had briefly forgotten why I was brought to the Lycan Kingdom and who had brought me.
"What?" I inquired stupidly, my mouth gaping like a fish out of water due to my surprise.
"The King requests your presence," she declared for the second time, her green eyes soft as they peered at me and her lips curving in a small smile.
"Oh okay," I murmured faintly and nodded, forcing a small smile on my lips. "Where can I find him?"
"He just got served breakfast in his chambers," she explained still not clearly answering the question I asked.
"So am I to wait for him downstairs or his office?" I interrogated, brows furrowing in a frown of confusion. "Or you know, anywhere till he's done with his meal and meets me?"
It was her turn to be confused at the series of questions I threw at her. "What do you mean?"
"Ummm," I let out, not sure how to make her get my point. "You said he was having breakfast right?"
"Yes, he just got served breakfast," she repeated slowly as if to make me hear her better.
"So I meant to ask if I'm to wait at a place hence he is eating and when he is done, he can join me?" I strived to explain but ended it with a question.
"I get it now," she hummed in understanding and went on to say. "No he asked you to meet with him in his chambers."
"Won't that disturb his meal?" I couldn't help but ask.
"It is his choice," she declared. "He said you should so I think you should."
"Okay," I nodded and granted her a small smile which she took as a dismissal until I asked. "Aren't you going to take me there?"
"Sorry I thought you didn't need to," she murmured, an underlying message in her words I didn't get. "It's the next room after yours."
"I was told that yesterday by Ariana," I informed. "However I would appreciate it if you lead the way."
"Alright," she beamed and indicated at the door. "If you are ready we can go now."
"Oh, I am," I spoke hurriedly and dropped the object I was using for my brows.
"Shall we?" She questioned in a funny tone that made me chuckle lightly, discovering the fact I had been laughing and smiling a bit than usual since the previous evening.
"We shall," I replied and strolled behind her in the lounge wear of brown designer shorts and a white crop top, both of the clothes new as everything in my wardrobe.
We exited the room which was presently mine and took a corner along the short hallway till we stopped at the double doors a few steps later.
There she tapped her knuckles on the door and we waited. There was noise of footsteps and soon the sound of clicks visited our ears before the door was pulled inwards.
I peeked inside and saw no one, whirling to grant the lady whom I had forgotten to ask her name a questioning glimpse at what I had just witnessed.
"He is waiting for you," she declared and made a hand gesture for me to go inside.
Inhaling a deep breath, I bobbed my head at her in acceptance and urged my feet to the door, past it and into the chamber. One could think Ariana was exaggerating when she described it earlier, nonetheless as I observed the sight before me I realized she even underestimated it a bit.
The door creaked behind me and I heed it bang in place as the inhabitant of the chamber let it slide back in place.
I felt a presence draw towards me as heavy footsteps approached from behind.