Lanora's POV:
The maids came in and gave me some clean clothes to dress into and they drew the bath for me. They insisted that the bathed me but I am more comfortable doing it myself.
I walked into the bathroom and it was huge. I mean 3 of my rooms could fit in here. The decor was done tastefully and not over the top. The bathtub was in the middle with bubbles almost hanging off the top of it. I smelled the scent of lavender.
The tub was perfectly tempered and it soothed every ache in my muscles.
Laying my head back I decided to actually enjoy this little win. Even if I lost the battle, I still haven't lost the war.
He thinks he has made me stuck in here with him. Wait until he finds out thats hes actually stuck in here with me. Nothing, I mean nothing will stop me from reaching my sister.
I just have to come up with a plan. I can not leave my sister at the compound by herself very long. The only reason shes survived as long as she has is because of me sharing my rations. I just hope Zane got my letter to help look out for her. He's always been a good friend, he wouldnt let anything happen to her. He saw her as his little sister too. The three of us always sat together for lunch. We all trained differently but sometimes he would show me things he learned in sector 1 that I hadn't learned yet. I missed my life, and most of all my sister.
She was a perfect mixture of our parents and I was a spitting imagine of my mom. We both had moms green eyes but she had dad's round shape while I had almond shaped eyes like mom.
I dont remember alot from our parents, I was five when I was taken. I do remember how they made me feel, I felt loved always. We lived modestly and in a small village. I remember the smell of mom's hair and I remember the stuble on dad's chin. I remember dancing with mom in the kitchen.
I start to tear up thinking of how my life could have been if Master didnt take us.
Yes, we didnt have much but we were happy. I hated him. When I'm done killing this guy then I'm coming for my sister and then I'm killing the master. All those lives he took with no care of how he affected other people.
One plan at the time.
First I need to get on 'Im gods gift to woman's good side. He really thinks we are mates. I am human, I can not have a mate, and if i had so kind of powers they would have manifested by now. He must be mistaken, and even if I was I do not believe in mates. That shit got you killed, not to mention it was a man's way of controlling a woman. I do not want kids, I do not want to be a wife and I do not want to stay tied down to a man. It was crazy to me how woman sacrifice everything to stay home and be obedient while the man prances around doing whatever they want. No thanks. True love was rare. Like what my parents had but even then it is tragic. Look what happened to them. Then it left me and my sister orphaned and turned us into killers.
Ive came to terms with who I am and I actually enjoy it to be honest, but I want more for Aleasia. She deserves normal, and I'm going to try my hardest to give it to her.
I sigh, wiping away tears that started to form. Enough with this sentimental crap.
Its time I put my plan into action.
So if I cant run from him, beat him or smart his strategies, I'm going to have to flirt and get on his good side. Then when he least expects it I'm going to end it.
I get out the tub wrapping myself up in a towel.
So how should I kill him... poison? No, he probably would be expecting that. Choke him with a cord? No, hes to beefy and he would catch on to what I was doing before I even started. I should stab him... I dont know what it is about sticking a dagger into my target, but it was just the thrill of a life time. I wasnt made for going to balls and wearing a corset or gowns. I was made to kill, and I was damn good at it. I could probably take down at least 20 regular sized guards myself. And 15 beefy ones. The Lycan King? He was no regular man, he had to be the most massive person I had ever came across. He had scars and tattoos everywhere. The terrifying part was that Lycans didnt get scars easily cause of there ability to heal so fast, so that ment that his wounds had to be pretty serious to cause scaring.
After I brush my hair, braid it back, brush my teeth and get in my pj's I look at myself in the mirror. I had dark circles under my eyes, and cuts and bruises littering my cheek and arms. The bottom of my feet were pretty beat up also. Hopefully thats the last time I go running in nothing but a hospital gown into the forest.
The bath really did help sooth some of the aches and pains.
I sigh to myself and walk out into the bedroom. It was beautiful just like the decor in the bathroom. The wallpaper was a little darker than the bathroom but it worked together well somehow. I look over to the couch. It is all set up and the maids even lite the fire for me near the couch.
I really expected the king to be back by now, but this is better. I can go to sleep and not deal with all that right now. Besides him being insanely attractive? I felt nothing, except for the overwhelming urge to kill him.
There was that tingling feeling I got when we touched but it was probably nerves.
I lay down on the couch and my god this couch is way more comfy then my bed back home.
Home... is that what home is? I dusty room with a simple lamp, creaky bunkbed and a small shared dresser? No. Home wasnt a place it was the people. Anywhere my sister is, is home. Not much matters past getting through this, executing my plan and going home.
Then I simply dozed off to sleep...