Queen of the Beasts✅

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**Chelsea's POV**

Loud cries began to sound from the child's lips. Esmerelda was sleep, with Thorian in her arms. As soon as his piercing wails reached her ears, she jolted awake.

"Shhh, Thorian," Esmerelda said gently. Her hands shook awfully, as she worked on her dress. I quickly got up, rushing over to help.
One breast was quickly set free. "Thank you," she whimpered, gently, as the Prince quickly latched onto her breast.

Darkness greeted under her eyes. Her lips chapped and often beginning to bleed at random. A continuous set of tremors always ensued when she fed Thorian. She could hardly keep food down. Her recovery was agonizingly slow.

"Ch...Chelsea..." after she said my name, Thorian began to wail once again. Esmerelda was not providing enough milk. The wet nurse from the next village over had yet to get here and the prince has been hungry all day.

King Sirus accidentally killed the first wet nurse... "It is okay, Thorian. Everything will be alright," I cooed gently in his ear, as I glanced at Esmerelda.

She was slumped back. Her breast still exposed. It seemed as if she had passed out again. "Why," I questioned, frustration filling my body as I made my way over to where I was to lay Prince Thorian.

I could hear the door opening, as I did so. "Get out. The Queen is indecent," I snarled, as I turned my head to see the King.

Glaring at me. I gave him the same look of anger he has given to me. After all he has Rowan in the cells.

"Has she fed him?" He questioned, his eyes glowing dangerously. His hair was very much unruly. His beard out of hand, and the hair on his head ill kept.

"Yes," I said warily, my hand instantly going to the hidden dagger in my dress. The King was unstable. Very unstable. His wolf was confused and lashing out at random. His animal did not understand why Esmerelda would not get better and it made him rage with worry and anger. That was how the first wet nurse died.

I watched him cover Esmerelda's exposed breast with a blanket. A growl escaping his lips as he slammed his fist against the post of the bed. Shaking it. Esmerelda did not move.

If he were to attempt at ending her life...I suppose he will end mine too. I will hate to leave Rowan from this world but I refuse to let Sirus kill her without me attempting to prevent such an atrocity.

"Do not harm her," I warned him, an odd look crossing his features as he took a few paces towards me. I held up my dagger. He glanced at it before, shaking his head.

"Put the knife down, Chelsea. You will not have that weapon so close to my son," he snarled, hair beginning to sprout over his arms. His muscles expanding.

I quickly dropped the dagger. If he shifted we would all die. A confused and insane wolf was a dangerous thing...not to be tampered with.

Once the weapon was out of my possession he visibly relaxed. "Has she spoken to you?" He questioned me.

I shook my head slowly. I did not want to speak to him. He has Rowan imprisoned! But I could not refuse to give him answers. "Yes...a bit last night but it exerts much energy. Usually she hears Thorian's cries and wakes up."