Inevitable

32 - P O W E R F U L

3rd person P.O.V

Noelle woke up in a confused state, not on the sofa, but in the arms of her mate. Although angry at him, she couldn't help but feel flustered at the fact that he brought her back to their bed and kept her warm and safe throughout the storm. She felt the heat rise to her face once she saw his shirtless body. Of course. Easton never slept with a shirt on, even if it was freezing. Noelle sighed, wanting nothing more than to stay in the comfortable position, in each others arms, but she knew that he had some explaining to do, again. She didn't want to give in too easily, like he told her before, 

'When you're too nice to people, it'll make them think they can walk all over you'.

She definitely didn't want people to think she's weak, an easy target if you will. She wanted to live up to her name, the most powerful supernatural to walk this earth. She smiled thinking about it. Though Noelle didn't feel the strongest, her powers tell her otherwise. There will come a day where she has to use her powers, and she is fearful of that. Fearful of hurting someone, but when it comes to her family, mate and Kingdom, she's willing to do whatever. 

Noelle removed Easton's heavy arms from her waist, making him groan in disapproval. She quickly got up before he could grab her again, which caused him to reach out for her, like a baby would to their mother. He searched the bed for her, which almost made Noelle crack and crawl back into bed. 

Almost. 

She sighed sadly again, and left the room, giving Easton another glance, only to find him sitting up and rubbing his eyes. The sight made her want to cry. (Don't come for her being sensitive please and thank you) She felt so bad for leaving him, it was typical of her to feel bad for something she shouldn't feel guilty of, but that was just Noelle. Always thinking everything is her fault when it is not. 

She walked into her old room, where some of her clothes were kept, she took a shower and picked out a cropped beige T-shirt with black cargo bottoms. She tucked in the shirt and put her hair up in a high ponytail, too lazy to do anything extravagant with it. 

(Do you like cargo jeans, or is just me?)

She walked back out into the never-ending corridors, only to be stopped by one of the huge castle guards. 

"My queen!", he yelled frantically, causing her to flinch in surprise, letting out a little gasp. "I'm so sorry for startling you, but we need you in the castle dungeons", he spoke breathlessly and her eyes widened. 

"Me? Why? Is there something wrong?", Noelle asked worryingly. 

"The Queen of Araceli is refusing to follow orders, and wants to speak to you", he revealed and she sighed in fear. 

She didn't want to go down to the basement, since last time she did she ended up passing out, but she's the Queen of Highlands, she needs to do her duties, whether she likes it or not. 

"Lead the way", she said bravely. 

She followed the guard as he walked towards the basement. She felt like a lost little puppy who's being forced to go to the dentist. She really didn't want to go down there. 

He opened to doorway for her and gestured for her to enter first, to which she took a deep breathe before she did. As soon as she entered, all she heard were the yells of agony. The scent of blood overwhelmed her and she felt the urge to run back out. She refused to look up, not wanting to see the sight before her, but she soon heard her name. 

"Noelle! My my, no one told us how beautiful you truly were", she heard a nasal voice call out and she looked up.

That must be the Queen of Araceli, Crimson said.