Xx..WolfBound..xX Act VI

WolfBound

Act VI

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Two days have passed since the large brown wolf with human-like blue eyes decided to live with Fae, the human he had made his determination to make his one day. For those two days Vincent had padded by her side to learn all that he could about her, interested in everything that she did.
He had learned that she doesn't do a lot of politics, leaving it to her uncle.
She actually didn't do a lot of the decisions that a princess would be taught, and Vincent knew the reason why.
However she did read, and practiced writing everyday. He even caught her drawing trees and other plant life, her sketches almost as real looking as the piece of earth in front if them.
And she always improved her singing, saying she wasn't pleased with it, but Vincent was certain she had no need to practice, her voice already spun out of what the angel's had merely dreamt of.
She would sing almost every second throughout the day either practicing to hit a particular note,
or memorizing a song that her tutor had required her to have drilled in her head by the end of each week.
Vincent didn't know what this was used for, but figured he would know in a couple days and bided his time.
The two close friends still played in the darkness, just outside of the castle in the tress behind it. They would enter the building once the midnight bells would ring.
Fae had no fear in the woods, she had a wolf who protected her and she found solace within that.
When they would go to bed, Vincent would lie on the stone floor at her feet with ears constantly alert for her protection. He would sit by her side when she would eat and when no one was looking she would slide him a chicken leg or something to that effect. Vincent would be starving  but would only leave her side to go out and hunt when he knew her maids would be by her side for a while. He would never leave her alone, especially with her uncle who the brown wolf had grown to bitterly hate.
Fae had confessed to Vincent that he would beat her if she questioned or argued with anything that displayed she was challenging him, therefore, the wolf hadn't left her side.
He'd heard the uncle, his graying frayed hair and soulless eyes, insult his niece, the rightful heir with an aggressive tone that the wolf would stand. He would bristle his fur and growl gently the "king."
Fae would calm the wolf down and the uncle would hush himself.
The feeling was mutual with the uncle. He despised the scrutinizing and intelligent look behind the wolf's eyes. It spooked the King. He wanted more than anything to had the wolf beheaded and mounted on his wall, but the wolf was so large!
The King was uncertain if his guards could tame such a wild beast successfully.
So, the King allowed the wolf to stay, until he had a better plan to rid of the giant wolf.

Another day had passed and Princess Fae and the wolf awoke together.
Both stretched and as if on cue, three maids entered the room with fancy clothes and readying to do make-up and hair.
Fae's emerald green eyes became puzzled, drizzling with a fog of questions.
"What's the occasion?" she joked with her maids as she stood, straightening her hair.
"A celebration," murmured one of the young women, with dark freckles on her smooth face.
"For what?" asked Fae as she cupped the lady's chin like a mother would. Fae was fair to any of her servants, and even kinder to the villagers, leaving small bags of gold outside of their doors after her walk in the woods a couple times a month.
The maids shrugged.
"The King had us flogged for asking," replied one of the maids.
Fae understood instantly. And they would get flogged again if she didn't show.
The princess nodded. "Right. Well, get me ready. I'll repay you for your bravery ladies."
The maids made a deep bow and set to work. Vincent turned his head to give privacy, although it was tempting to see the full view of her body, he remembered he was a prince and a gentlemen, it was polite to not look.
Through the wolf's and the girl's head they wondered what the celebration was for.

That night the princess and the wolf swept their way to the grand hall. Before them lay a long wooden table, all thirty-five seats were filled of men stuffing their faces with food and making dirty jokes of the women in their lands. These were dukes, lords, and noblemen who the king owned within his territory.
Fae's uncle sat at the head, sipping wine and laughing, his graying mustache stained with the alcohol and chunks of food knotted within the hair.
Fae found the site atrocious and suddenly trembled, her bravery wavering.
Vincent was disgusted, even a wild wolf was cleaner than these "gentlemen." He glared at the King although the old man was too far to notice, his eyes not as sharp as the wolf's.
Fae set a cold hand on Vincent's back and she felt stable again, feeling her courage renewed with him by her side.
"Wolf, stay by my hip. I do not like being in a room of forty men. They could get unruly," Fae whispered her request.
The blue-eyed wolf was already promising her before she asked, he didn't trust a single one of these.Where were their wives? Women could prevent chaos from growing around a bunch of immature superiors.
The King saw that his fair appearance niece had entered, his eyes widening in greed and anticipation as she elegantly made her fluid walk towards him, her master and her owner. Even if she didn't know it yet, she was his property. Nothing but an item on a shelf.
"Ah! So relieving to know you joined us dear Fae!" greeted the King in a shockingly happy manner.
Fae figured it was because all of his guests, and he was drunk with excitement as well as intoxicated. Vincent thought otherwise, there was always a catch to that type of men.
"Before you eat my niece, our guests would love to hear that harmonic voice of yours. Please sing us a song before you eat and ruin it by gargling food," he stated with an almost fake cheery tone.
Fae's eyes scanned the men, most of them she had seen during her past performances. Singing every Friday night for the village and for visitors from afar.She turned back to her uncle,her eyes large and pleading. She wished not to sing in front of them, their faces hungry it scared her.
Her uncle responded with a harsh glare, the fireplace across from him smoldering in his eyes.
The wolf was clearly aware and growled, exposing his claws and even flashed the king his white fangs.
The men quieted almost instantly realizing they were in company of a beast and without waiting for a breath shouted in anger, demanding the wolf to be removed, to be killed before he killed them.
Fae crumbled to her knees she hugged the wolf's muscular neck, imploring that her uncle he stay alive.
The King waved his hand and all chaos dimmed in the dining hall.
"The...beast shall stay, since my niece will sing us a wonderful song." His eyes glinted.
Fae understood then and returned to her proud stance, like royalty, she straightened her back, pulled back her shoulders, and made her face emotionless. The wolf rubbed against her legs, letting her know that he was always by her side.
"Howabout a song about war?" she asked the men, her voice thick now with it's native accent of Irish origins.
The men smirked, laughed, and agreed with her.
And she began:

And come, tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?
"Hush a bhuachaill[1], hush and listen", and his cheeks were all aglow,
"I bear orders from the captain:- get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon"
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon,
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

"And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be?"
"In the old spot by the river, quite well known to you and me.
One more word for signal token:- whistle out the marchin' tune,
With your pike upon your shoulder, at the rising of the moon."
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder, at the rising of the moon.

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night,
Many a manly heart was beatin, for the blessed morning light.
Murmurs ran along the valleys to the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon.

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen,
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green.
"Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune."
And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'tis the rising of the moon".
Tis the rising of the moon, tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'Tis the rising of the moon".

Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate,
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow, fills the name of ninety-eight!
Yet, thank God, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood burning noon,
Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon
By the rising of the moon, By the rising of the moon
Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon.

The men clapped, roaring with cheers of really knowing the full potential of her voice. Maintaining her stone face, Fae made a curtsy and stood again,waiting for her uncle to give her permission to eat.
However the King made no such notion and stood himself, tapping his wine glass with his fork.
Once again, the superiors of the land became silent and listened.
"As you know, for a few years now my beautiful sister and brother-in-law died of an illness. I have been a king for a while and feel that I can't handle the responsibility on my own and alone. I do get so lonely." Vincent felt distaste in his mouth at the man's word of alone.
Continuing, the King finally concluded, "Which is why I have decided to make Fae my wife after this weekend."
The men applauded.
Vincent and Fae stood stunned.
Fae felt her eyes prickle with tears.
The wolf felt his blood boil, not another loved on would be taken.
"Wonderful choice, Your Majesty!"
"I do hope I'm invited, Sire!"
"You always keep us guessing, Your Royal Majesty!"
Fae felt her mind spiral, her breathing became quick as everything flashed before her. Before she knew it the room was tilting and all she saw in her view was a beautiful man with blue eyes.