The best use of imagination is creativity, the worst use of imagination is ay.

  - by Deepak Chopra

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  The king. The king was the same man that Ariana had seen the night before. The same man she had hit with a gss bottle and had dirty dreams about.

  He walked into the room slowly, wearing a bck chiffon attire that was only ever worn by noble soldiers. The royal emblem hanging from his breast pocket.

  His power seemed to have a death grip on the room, making the very floor underh their feet shake. Aria sick as bile rose up ihroat.

  He was going to kill her.

  She was sure of it, for attag the king was treason.

  The crowd all semerged into a wave of curtsies and boeople submitted to the King. Ariana, however, didn’t feel the o submit, as the o run away was far greater.

  Instead of running, she stood like a pilr of stagnaill she felt a hand yank her down into the least dy-like curtsy she had ever performed. Almost tumbling over, she felt the brisk gaze of the King nd on her for a short sed before moving over.

  In that very sed, she knew she had to leave, for she had not only broken her promise to her father but also itted treason.

  The king of wolves wasn’t just the king; he was the desdant of the Moon Goddess. He was like a living, breathing holy shrine of the Goddess’s power and benevolence.

  To attack the king was seen as equal to attag the Goddess herself, so before Ariana k, she ulling out of the crowd and walking towards the tall gss doors that went to the courtyard. She didn’t feel a hand snake around her wrist until she was yanked bad was fag Nate and Charlie.

  “Where do you think yoing?” it was her brother Nate asking with his stern void perplexing eyes.

  “Oh, leave little Ari alone. She already looks quite pale. “Charlie said, with a knowing smirk on his face.

  “What happe night?” Nathanial asked with sternness in his voice as his hold on her wrist tightened.

  “Uu...what! How do you know that I was lying?” Ariana asked, bewildered, knowihat the truth had to e out at some point and that lying would only make Nate angry and upset with her.

  “Now spill,” Charlie dismisses, “we have our ways.”

  “I...I met him, the king, yesterday at the festival. It wasn’t the most pleasant enter, I would say,” Ariana said before turning around to leave as she says, “It was o meet you anyways.”

  They almost let her go when Nate asked, “What happely?”

  Ariana turns around with a sheepishly fake smile on her face before saying, “Oh, nothing, we just had a short versation that didn’t really end in my favour.”

  “Ariana,” her brother said with a stern tone and raised eyebrow as he caught on to the lie.

  “OK fine... well...I may have... hitthekingontheheadwithagssbottle. ” Ariana spluttered out as fast as she could, causing Charlie’s mouth to fall open and o gape at her.

  “YOU DID WHAT?!” Nathanial asked.

  “I hit him on the head,” Ariana said, with a tremble in her voice.

  “I’m going to ask you a question: why aren’t you dead?” Charlie asked, with his arms crossed against his chest and his eyes narrowed, “Why isn’t she dead yet, Nate?”

  “Oh, shut up!” Nathenial said, “We have to get her out of here before she really is dead.”

  “I was just about to do that, thank you very much,” Ariana said in a tohat seemed more fident than she felt as she snatched her wrist from Nate and picked up her skirts as she turned away from them.

  They followed behind her, ” Nathanial I think you should stay back so no os suspicious that someone is missing, I’ll escort her to your apartment where she get what she needs and then we leave. ” Charlie said as they walked towards the exit.

  “Right, we’ll meet in the courtyard in half an hour,” Nathanial said as they reached the door, just as the other two were about to leave. Nate cws onto Charlie’s wrist, “Swear to me if danger ever es your way, you will fall before she does. Charles, keep her safe. ”

  “Always, dear brother, you are more family than friend.” Charles said the old saying that the two best friends had made when they were boys.

  “More family than friend,” Nathanial quoted the quote before nodding his head and leaving.

  Ariana half jogged and half ran after Charlie as she cursed herself for having a weak wolf. Where were her dammed wolf abilities when she hem? She woo herself.

  They made it to the apartments that were dedicated to house Salvare in record time, with Ariana huffing and puffing to reach her chambers.

  “I’ll wait outside while you get what you need,” Charlie said as he stood guard at her door.

  Ariana ran into her closet to find her cloak. Fastening it on, she looked through her drawers for jewellery ahat she could trade for oods, finding a green emerald locket that she had never seen before She took it and turo her dresser, where she had put down healing herbs that she had found in the pace gardens.

  She turns around to head to her shelves, but stops mid-ride wheices a tall, dark figure looking through her shelves. The dark, oh too familiar chiffon fabric of the man’s coat and the gold emblem that could barely be seen in the dark made Ariana’s face paler than it already was.

  “You’re quite the herbalist, I see,” came the dark voice of the man that sent a shudder up Ariana’s spine as he turned around to show his oh too familiar dark blue eyes.

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