Evelyn awoke the next morning, the natural light of the sun casting rays across the length of her room; shadows presented themselves around her scattered furniture, signifying the day had already begun to pass. Evelyn pushed herself against her pillow, feeling the cool touch of the fabric that was left behind after her misuse throughout the night. She sighed before beginning to stretch, looking as if she were a cat on a lazy afternoon, her taunt ass high in the air, an arch in her bare back, only covered by the thin layer of linen. Evelyn made her way to the edge of the bed, almost lazily as she stood up, twirling her fingers throughout her hair. The chill in the air caressed her body, uninvited though not uncommon in the castle, her body was almost completely uncovered except by her small black panties that hugged her shaped ass. She could feel her nipples harden from the cold air, becoming more sensitive to the touch, the movement of her hair brushing against her nipples already more profound than the minute before, arousing her ever so slightly. Evelyn glanced at the clock, noting the time three hours past noon.<span style="font-style: italic">Thankfully</span>She thought with a sigh<span style="font-style: italic">…now I won’t have to spend the length of the day listening to everyone’s constant excitement before the ball begins.</span><br/><br/>She made her way into the bathroom, already eyeing the tub, excitement already bubbling in her chest; the smallest of tasks bringing her joy. She filled her tub with warm water, dropping in bath soap, liking the lathery bubbles it produced. As the water filled to the brim, she pulled off her black lacy panties, letting them drop to the ground, her lithe body now completely bare. She stepped in and sighed as the toasty water enveloped her, letting it take over her thoughts as she rested her head against the porcelain, letting the hour pass by.<br/>Evelyn left the tub, letting the water cascade down her body to her toes, making the length of her body shimmer in the sunlight. She made her way into her closet, her long legs guiding her as she began drying and walking before approaching her dress. She pulled it on, loving the way the soft fabric felt around her, hugging her in all the right places; it was teal, though airy in nature and the fabric fell with a swoop against her, exposing her bare back. She held onto the tail of the dress as she moved in front of a mirror, fixing the long locks to her liking before leaving her room.<br/><br/>Evelyn walked into the dinner hall, noticing it was already flourishing with people; the diplomats vaguely talking, while other sat in their chairs. She noticed the prince, Declen, who stood near the front of the table, talking and greeting people as they walked in; one she had not seen within the past few years. She smiled slightly before looking at him, "Evelyn my dear. Look at how you've grown" She laughed at his joke and approached the prince. He brushed a small lock of hair behind her ears, "Beautiful as ever" he told her before slowly looking away at the new guests that had arrived, already trying to grasp his attention. She tried to ignore the butterflies that had just made a home in her stomach, knowing his business would take him away and she went to sit down with the others at her designated table; the one meant for the royalty of the packs, at the back of the room, overlooking the rest of the long tables throughout the room.<br/><br/>The night started slow, with everyone taking a seat at the large table and toasting, thanking everyone that had come for a visit, long or short. She sat across from Declen and was happy she was in close proximity to someone of her age. "I think we're the youngest ones at this table" she whispered as the meals were brought out, the talking loud around her. He nodded at her, smiling, though he stayed silent. She stayed silent the majority of the meal, listening vaguely as the diplomats spoke loud across the table, speaking of their countries and their politics within the packs, laughing as well as being serious. She heard Declen's voice from beneath the voices, "Seem as a game of who's ego is larger" she laughed and rolled her eyes; his observation spot on. The dinner ended shortly after, everyone bidding the lycans safe travels, as many were leaving the next morning. She left the room quickly, wanting to avoid the many conversations the diplomats would continue to go on about.<br/><br/>Evelyn made it to the second floor, holding the tail of her dress as she walked slowly down the corridors, humming along the way, calming herself after the hectic meal. She stopped as she saw Declen round a corner and slowly approached her. She raised her eyebrow, surprised to see him, "Hello your Majesty. Is there something...." She was cut off by his actions as he pushed her gently against the stoned wall. She could feel his fingers grazing against the hem of her back, touching her skin that was exposed. He moved her hair away from her neck and kissed her shoulder, slowly making his way up to her neck; his slow, lingering kisses giving her shivers down her spine. She stood breathless, feeling immediate pleasure, "I thought..." His husky answer was quick, "You thought wrong.” She kissed back, feeling for his shirt and pulling him closer. She felt his hand wrap around the small of her back, pulling her from the hard wall and he ran his fingers through her hair, gently pulling and she felt the softness of his tongue against hers. He stopped suddenly, alerted by the sound of an approaching person. Evelyn sighed in frustration, noticing the clothing of a servant, waiting for her. She pulled away from Declen, giving her apologies before approaching the servant. “I’m sorry duchess, Gideon is looking for you” he said. Evelyn nodded, already moving past him and towards the King’s office.<br/><br/>She pushed open the large oak door and noticed Gideon immediately; he sat tall behind his large oak desk, his brow furrowed as he stared down at the multitude of papers that lay askew atop his desk. He looked up slowly as he heard her approach, a smile beginning to form on him. He stood up soon after, making his way around his desk and towards her, his arms open in embrace. She buried her face into his chest, smiling to herself; he was like her father, and it paid to be one of the few wolves that was turned because of the king himself. Gideon pulled away from the embrace and slowly lead her towards the red couch that stood at the side of the room, overlooking the fireplace where he motioned for her to sit where he followed suit. “It has come to my attention that there is a slayer, one with great skill that seems to be involved in slaying many of our kind. I want you to find him, and I want you to kill him.”