Chapter 207
J balled her fists.
Westin proposed to Agnes before?
Yet he kept telling her that Agnes was not his loved one.
What a liar.
Agnes chided gently, “Don’t say that, Kalinda. Westin never proposed to me.”
“But he wanted to, apparently. If the elders hadn’t forced him to marry a werewolf, he would
definitely propose to you.“.
“No, he won’t.” Agnes said in a t voice, “Keavy was his best friend. Even thought Keavy was dead
for a long time, Westin still respected him too much to do that.”
J rubbed her chin.
The rtionship between Westin and Agnes seemed even moreplicated than she thought.
She remembered Westin telling her once that Agnes was mated already..
Now it sounded that Agnes’s mate was this man named Keavy, who was the best friend of Westin.
But he was dead already.
“Honestly, Agnes, haven’t you considered remarrying?” that Issa girl asked, “How many years have
it been since Keavy-”
Agnes sighed, “5 years.”
“Yet you are at the prime of your years! You can’t waste it. Just whisper to us. If you want that
lowborn werewolf gone, there are many ways to make that happen…” J let out a coldugh.
She wrenched the door open and marched into the room.
Soft, ambient light bathed the room, filtering through heavy velvet curtains that framed tall windows.
A grand piano upied a corner, its dark wood gleaming under the glow of an ornate chandelier.
In the center of the room stood a coffee table. Set on top were carefully curated art books, delicate
porcin figurines, and a vase of fresh flowers.
Plush armchairs and sofas, upholstered in a soft fabric that invited touch, surrounded that coffee
table.
Agnes and her chaperons were sitting in the armchairs and sofas right now.
Kalinda straightened her back the second J stepped in. She looked tensed.
“You should knock! Where is your-” she hissed.
“My curtsey? You already knew that I have none,” J chuckled icily. “And are you atraid of me
hearing anything?”
Kalinda huffed, “I am not afraid of anything! I can say that to your face: You are the third woman in
Agnes and the King’s rtionship!”
“Kalinda!” Agnes cried in fume.
J raised an eyebrow, looking at Agnes.
“Keavy is your husband?” she asked Agnes.
Agnes bit her lips, a sad look on her face.
She took off a locket from her neck and handed it to J, “My mate, my husband, at proud soldier
of Shadow House, and also….the King’s best friend.”
J opened the locket.
There was a picture inside, of Westin, Keavy, and Agnes. They were all grinning
brightly at the camera.
“How did he die?” J asked quietly.
Kalinda growled. “Hey!”
“That is alright. I don’t mind.” Agnes shook her head, tears forming in her eyes.
“He died of food poisoning. A borrible tragedy. He is the only man I ever
loved… Yes, the King and I grew up together. I won’t deny that we are close. But there
is nothing romantic between us. I swear, Lady J.”
J stared at her, pondering
Agnes’s expression looked sincere.
…But food poisoning?
J couldn’t help but found that odd. And a bit too convenient.
Maybe there was something more that she had yet to discover.
“Are you ready to begin your training?” Agnes asked
Sure,” J said, handing the locket back to her.
Now was not a good time to dig too deep into Agnes’s dirt. She had plenty of time afterward.
“Great,” Agnes beamed.
She invited J to sit with them by the coffee table and began the lecture.
She started off with dining etiquette.
Ady should always sit upright with proper posture at the dining table. Avoid slouching or leaning
too far back
Agnes even asked the maid to ce a needle on the cushion behind J’s back. If J got
sloppy and leaned back at any time, that needle would prick her.
She asked J to stay in that posture for at least 20 minutes.
All the girls were staring at J, waiting to taunt her when she got pricked by a needle.
Yet 10 minutes, 20 minutes, and then 30 minutes had passed.
J still held her posture elegantly, without any sign of getting tired.
The girls were disappointed.
Even Agnes found that amazing.
“Have you had anydy’s training before?” she asked.
J shrugged, “No. But I have had military training. I can stay in the bush perfectly
still for more than a day waiting to snipe an enemy.”
The girls‘ faces changed, looking afraid.
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They all knew that J was a Gamma.
Although they were all Lycans, they had never held a sword in their entire lives, let alone getting
blood on their hands. Unlike J.
Agnes gulped, nervously, “That…That is great. Well, shall we practice walking? Since
you already mastered dining etiquette.”
They all stood up and lined up by the wall.
Agnes demonstrated how an upper–ss Lycandy walked.
Each step should be taken with a measured and graceful gait. Head held high, with shoulders back.
No slouching or dragging feet.
The most important part was walking in a perfectly straight line.
Agnes had the servants bring in a bnce beam, like the one used in gymnastics.
She asked J to change into her high heels and walked from one end to another on the beam.
J frowned this time.
She was not very good with high heels.
“Is that really necessary?” she asked, “I know how to walk.”
Kalinda had been waiting to insult J. She immediately raised her voice and cried, “But you walk
like a peasant! No man will want to dance with you at the ball if you don’t work on this.”
J rolled her eyes.
She picked up her skirt and stepped onto the bnce beam.
She made a step. Her body swayed at once. Yet she regained her bnce at once. She took
another small step, looking carefully at her feet-
BANG!
A sharp pain came from her back
“Keep your back straight and shoulders back,” Agnes said, holding a wooden stick. J red at
her, “Do not hit me again.”
Agnes blinked, innocently, “My apology. I just want to fast–forward your learning process-”
Is this how you did yourdy’s training?” J asked icily, “With people hitting you constantly?”
Agnes smiled, “No. But we are Lycans. We are born with grace. And I thought you have a thicker
skin as a soldier than the rest of us and you can handle a few minor ps…Or was I wrong?”
The girls snickered.
J took a deep breath, ignored her, and continued walking
She didn’t make it to 3 steps far before sensing anothershinging her way. J turned
abruptly and seized the stick just in time.
“I said-”
J stared at Agnes’s horror–stricken face and hissed:
DO NOT HIT ME AGAIN
milead cerraraton of fear and anger flickered across her
Agnes’s chest heaved. A mixed expression of fear and anger flickered across her
eyes.
She tried to pull her stick back from J’s grip but failed.
It felt as though the stick was jammed into a rock!
The crowd around them was agitated.
Issa snapped, “Let go of Lady Agnes!”
“You cheap lowborn! What are you doing!” Kalinda cried, “Is that how you treat a nicedy who was
trying to help you? I wonder what the King sees in you! You rude, ill–mannered, inferior-”
“Shut it!” J snapped.
She snatched the stick from Agnes and dumped it on the floor.
Then she kicked off her high heels, stepping down from the bnce beam.
“Let me tell you what your King sees in me,” she let out an icyugh, staring at Kalinda.
There was a golden crossbow hanging on the wall on top of the firece. A gorgeous decoration.
J marched over and took the crossbow down.
All the girls froze in their spots. After seconds of stifling silence, people started screaming.
“What are you doing!” Kalinda shrieked, crouching down and covering her head with both hands.
“Guards! Guards! She is trying to kill us!” Issa yelled.
J rolled her eyes and walked to the window.
She pushed the window wide open. Fresh breeze gushed in, expelling the thick sweet smell of
scented candles.
“See that g?” J pointed at the distance.
Roughly 200 meters away, a red g was hanging on one of the turrets, fluttering in
the wind.
The girls clustered together, looking at her fearfully.
J raised the crossbow and aimed at that g.
SWOOSH!
The arrow flew out, across the air and shot on the rope that bound the red g.
The g fell at once.
J turned around calmly and scanned those astonished faces.
“That is what you King’see in me,” she said with a mocking smile. “Now, is any one of you like to
have a try?”