The Brave Human Mate

Prologue

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Princess Amory of the Vrovaria Kingdom held a solum expression as she continued to fuss over her potted plants. Knowing full well that eyes were watching the back of her head, but she was already rocking to the beat of her own thought.

"It's good practice, Romulus." She encouraged, turning over her shoulder with a smile that caused the young prince to huff once more. Hating the idea of a quill in between his fingertips and shaking his head.

"No, it isn't, Amory. It's too thin, and I've snapped three already." The princess had smiled, knowing that the young pup was more bark than bite and so she returned from her own distraction before coming forward to sit back beside Romulus' side.

He had docked his quill when he caught her approach and looked down to the floor in disappointment after not getting much farther than the last time she helped, but the kind smile had picked up his attention once again and urged him forward.

Amory was pleasantly surprised that the once-painted barbarians were not at all as they were cut out to be, Prince Romulus was very much educated. And almost like a small gentleman if she really wanted to point out his manners to her father. Yet his ability to shift into a ravenous beast was one of the downfalls to the conversation, and she hadn't tried again.

Her only task, as of right now, is to protect and care for Prince Romulus—Who was about ten years or so younger than her. But as she learned from her own questions to the pup, they took age into a different sense.

A wolf was no longer considered a pup once they received their wolf, though Romulus was one of the many that held a certain kind of blood and received his inner beast at birth.
As blood was just as important in their world as hers.

It had taken her a moment to digest all this information, just as it was for Romulus to hear about the types of noble houses there were in the kingdom. But Amory was just grateful that her company was at least entertained by her constant presence.

"What is it, Romulus?" He shook his head, having been lost in thought and lost in hearing his father's connecting link. It was one of the small details that he didn't share with Amory, worried that her father's threat of a silver collar would become a reality.

But goddess, the princess put up a wonderful fight at the mere thought of collaring a person. And Romulus had felt in debt for just that reason alone.

"How about we take a break, you can help me with my plants." His nose twitched as he followed her back towards the window, where they received the best light throughout the day. Yet Romulus hadn't caught the point of all this, he knew that Amory had servants for all different types of things.

He even caught one just for helping the princess get ready for bed, as he caught the same female leaving her room every morning and night. And even times when he hadn't, he could still smell the female's scent mixed with Amory's the following morning.

"You must think I'm silly for playing with my plants, father does." The princess had watched the young pup's brows come together in confusion, no, he didn't speak that often. He was rather quiet if she truly thought on it long enough, but she filled said silence with questions and the chance to let him speak if he so chose.

"It reminds me of my mother, her garden downstairs is beautiful...I hope you get to experience it before you return home." She said, with a rueful smile that hinted at a settlement of both leaderships.

But that was another reason why Romulus did not want to speak too openly, he knew his father would rip the Vrovaria family apart when the end finally came upon them.