The moon the night held, the silvery rays shining upon Wolfric blooded face, as he was holding the bars of his small window. He longed for his free life hunting in the wilds, yet he was depressed more because he still had a commitment towards his people. It was a conflict in his head he was thinking of just running away of his duties...

He leaned his on the bars, taking a deep breath before turning back and sitting on the floor, bathing in the rays of the moon. He couldn't help himself but to go back in memories of the war, remembering all his fallen comrades, his father and mother were killed and he couldn't stop it. His tear fell down, he wiped it from his face he didn't want to be seen like that, but he howled a long and painful howl, he wanted to let reach the whole world, it gave away all his remorse and shame, but also expressing his unyielding will to live on.

The guards came quickly to shut him up. They raised their whips and releasing the pain upon Wolfric's body, he rose up punching the first guard, and kicked the guard behind him. It was a fools attempt one would say, but it was survivor attempt for Wolfric, they were able to restrain him easily, and cuffed him to wall and forcing him on his knees, they whipped him adding more scars on his body.

He knew that by showing pain or screaming he would satisfy their sadistic pleasures, laughing and smiling he denied them that pleasure, even if it meant more pain. There was a small part of him that wished they raise the pain so he would die, and be released to absolute freedom. But the guards weren't allowed to, the king wanted him alive, to show him off in special events or celebrations. The guards became tired and left him blooded once again from head to toe, his healing abilities were severely slowed by the wolvesbane fume in his cell, but he was able to heal slowly. He was tired and felt like sleeping it off, maybe he will wonder off in dreams instead of nightmares this time, he closed his eyes barley breathing, assuring himself that this will end someday, either by his death, or revenge...

"Yes I agree husband. However, we have the power to control the beasts. What would truly be the harm in having more, surely Adira would agree with me." The queen said her tone was soft but it was annoyed as she looked down the large table at her daughter to agree with her. The royal family sat in the extremely large dining room inside their castle around a table that could easily sit twenty. On one end sat the king, at the other sat the queen, and their three remaining children, Princess Adira and her two brothers sitting somewhere in the middle. "I said, surely you would agree with me Adira." The queen repeated herself, giving a look to Adira.

Adira blinked a little looking at her mother whom she honestly hard been paying no attention to at all. Her attention was on her two foolish brothers, who were arguing over another princess of another castle that would be stupid to pick either one of them. Though from the annoyed look on her fathers face it was easy to tell that the conversion hadn't changed from the werewolves that walked across the room, sitting food on the table and pouring fresh blood into the glasses. Over the last couple of weeks her mother and father had been in an argument about breeding the wolf slaves to make more for their people. "I have to disagree with you both." Adira said shaking her head.

She opened her mouth to continue but her mother quickly raised her hand to silence her daughter. "You truly are of no use, nevermind daughter." The queen scolded angry that her daughter did not agree with her.

However, her father slightly frowned at his wife before looking to his daughter interested in what her disagreement was with his argument that the wolves should not be allowed at all. "As you were saying daughter."

Adira smiled slightly at her father and continued. "If it is forced they will found someway to rebel. However, if you were to giving them just enough free will to..." She started to explain only to be cut off by both her mother and father laughing at her suggestion before she was even finished. Her reasons had been logical in her mind. The laughing stopped as the loud howling from the dungeons echoed throughout the castle, and Adira was again slightly intrigued watching as the slaves stopped to listen, looking almost miserable that they couldn't help their king. "That pet of yours is to loud husband, we really should find a way to keep him quieter." The queen said frowning as the howling stopped.

Adira excused herself from the table and headed for room however, she found herself stopping as she started to pass by the dungeon, her curiosity getting the better of her. This wasn't the first time she had been down in this dungeon, but it was the first time since they brought her father's trophy here after the war and he was asleep. Adira opened the large door to the dungeon, the guard simply looking up at her as she entered. Her black heels that matched her dress echoed in the now quiet dungeon as she came to a stop in front of the cell looking at the man inside.

The smell of blood filling the dungeon as he bleed. "I don't think I asked for you to follow me. You can go back your post." Adira said to the guard who had followed her down, she wasn't afraid of the wolf in his cage, if anything she was relaxed knowing him couldn't get to her from inside his cell.

Drifting within his dreams, Wolfric remembered his old life, the life that was ripped from him. He remembered his free life and his adventures, his first love and his first heartbreak, he remembered his time with his father teaching him all about their history. He also remembered his defeat and his shame, how he let his people down and his treacherous sister that sold her entire people. It seemed that treason was not meant only for humans, it seemed that living for thousands of years doesn't bestow more wisdom than what the humans possess. Physical torment wasn't the hard part for him, but this eternal torment of betrayal and failure, of hate and ungratefulness, that no cry or howl would begin to express. He would've taken his own life by now, but surrender was something that wasn't in his blood, and not something that was taught to him by his father.

Strange was the sound that awoke Wolfric, the sound of heels pounding the floor, no woman has ever set a foot inside the dungeons. But the scent even though he couldn't tell exactly because of his dull senses, was oddly familiar. The moon had disappeared by the clouds, hiding Wolfric's face in the darkness of the backend of room, yet the torches outside his dungeon kept light in the hallway, and slightly to his cell. He heard a woman's voice ordering the guard to go back to his station, he wondered for whom did she come? She stopped at his looking at him. Sudden anger was brought from his inside as he recognized her from the scent, she was the daughter of the vampire king, nevertheless he couldn't do anything about it, so he calmed down "Why? Did you come here to admire the wounded wolf? Or just to admire your father's prize? Daughter of the vampire king. Or do you have some sadistic needs like those guards and want to indulge them?" Barley talking yet he laughed at his last question, since it was clearly with bad intent, he coughed even more but he felt it was worth it. Still he wondered about her reason for coming here, but he sensed that it wouldn't be a pleasant one for she is the enemy...

Adira watched as the guard went back to his post at the top of the stairs, before turning to look back at the cell. Sadly with darkness of the cell compared to the light of the torches in the she wasn't able to see the wolfs face. Or really much of him at all. She thought of maybe getting the guard and seeing if he could create more light. The words from the wolf in his cage stopped her from doing such though. The princess listening quietly as he began to question her, she hadn't came to admire anything. One would admire something of grace or beauty or sometimes perhaps streath. However, from what she see, which was simply an outline of a body, she could say she had yet to be impressed. His last question honestly surprised her and she frowned blinking, she was a proper lady and were another vampire in her kingdom to ask her something like that, her father would behead them.

Though instead of finding it insulting as a normal lady and princess would, it was actually amusing. To think a man could talk in such a way to a lady and still be a king. "I have come to neither admire you, nor fulfill those kind of needs. Not that there is much to admire from what I can see." She answered softly rolling her eyes despite the slight smile that played at the corners of her mouth. "I simply came due to curiosity, and the dullness of the castle. Though I am sadly coming to find I feel more sorrow for the beast whom howls, than the one whom talks." She said sighing a little bit as she turned and took ahold of one of the torches.

Gracefully lighting the basin by the bars, before putting it back on the wall. Although it didn't light the while cell it did light up enough that she could see a little more than an outline. Adira smiled slightly being able to see a little of the man whom she was talking to. "And though I am a proper lady, I assure you if I had such...as you called them sadistic needs to fill. You would find them more enjoyable than you do the guards. Wolf King." She said with a slight laugh herself before she found a chair used by visitors and sat down crossing her legs.

Surprised was his reaction and little provoked by her first answer, and she didn't call the guards to beat him more, maybe she was a reasonable vampire, or maybe she was just trying to charm him. Maybe it was her way to torture her prisoners, after all she is the enemy and he should not be tricked by her, yet he wanted to see where this will lead. She said that she was dulled by the castle, and came here to see him yet not to admire her father's trophy. Spoken like a true spoiled princess he thought, coming down here only to insult him and then be bored when there is nothing interesting to her eyes. What did she know about him Wolfric thought, acting righteous and mighty. She tried to light his cell, maybe to see the man she was talking to, but the light wasn't reaching him, he knew though that if she wanted she can see him with her vampire vision, but maybe her pride wouldn't let her use such means. Her answer about his joke, was interesting as it was strong, she didn't seem like a spoiled brat, she was capable of handling herself. Sitting and crossing her legs, Wolfric couldn't help but notice her beauty. Her tanned color skin was giving away a sensual odor that he could smell if he concentrate beyond the wolvesbane effect, she had a liar's face a face that is beautiful and innocent yet had a strong and confident look in her eyes, that could trick you easily, and she had an amazing figure. Wolfric shook his head and focused again that she was the enemy.

To indulge her curiosity of seeing the wolf she was talking to. He dislocated his wrists, a trick he learned in his life here since the guards would always cuff him to the wall and forget him there. He thrusted at the bars of his prison and grabbed it, after fixing his wrists. He was blooded from head to toe, his white rags had turned brown and red long time ago, or what was left of it, it was reduced only to shorts with ropes to holded, and with no top shirt. What was left of it was all over the ground, his scars and wounds were the only thing to cover his body. The king gave the guards silver whips covered with wolvesbane to leave scars as a sign of shame and disgrace. Wolfric stared at the princess and said "I need no pity nor compassion from a creature like you! And know this princess, I would rather die a thousand times than feel any kind of satisfaction from you spoiled brat!" Wolfric unleashed a little of his anger and frustration upon her, not caring for his bleeding wounds that wasn't healed properly yet. The eyes are the mirror of the soul, and his was mirroring his sorrow and wrath, yet his fiery will was still burning hot within "How about you tell me why are you down here, and if you are honest maybe I will act more civilized, unlike your people. And you call us savages" Knowing it will happen he fell on his kness because of his unhealed injuries, coughing some blood on the ground. He stood back up becuase his pride wasn't going to show weakness to her

Adira sat staring at the partially lit cell despite the quietness of the wolf within it. Sure she was able if she wished to make it where she could see him perfectly, but she wanted to see if he would come into the light. Her ears picked up the sound of what sounded like a loud pop, and she tilted her head a bit. Before being a little surprised by the man suddenly thrusting at the bars, causing her to flinch ever so slightly. Her eyes looking the once great king over slowly. Despite the years she had known he had spent down here. He was still rather muscled and toned, though perhaps if he were not in a cell, he would be more so. His eyes were fierce and screamed for dominance and respect, all the whole holding sorrow and anger. She honestly had no idea what he was talking about with the guards at first, though seeing the marks. It showed just how strong he was not to just give in. Not the mention the smell of fresh blood, with his actual scent Perhaps he actually was something worth admiring.

Of course, then he had to start talking again. His words once more disrespectful, and Adira almost took no offense from it once more. However, when he called her spoiled Adira's eyes narrowed a hiss coming from her before she started to open her mouth. Only to close it has he continued, and spit blood on the ground. Adira didn't have time to calm herself before she was up, her vampiric speed kicking in, as she moved closer to cell then she knew she should be. Her hand reaching through the bars and slapping the wolf across the face, hard enough for it to echo. "Despite my breed or royal status, I am a lady! I will be respected as such. I have never use such words against your people despite their use on the tongues of my father, mother, and brothers. However, perhaps those words would work for you, the way you speak to me!" She yelled angrily at the man her tone becoming slightly squeaky has it almost did when she was truly enraged.

Adira took a deep breath stepping back and calming herself, closing her eyes as her hands went slowly over her dress. A calming action she had found while dealing with her mothers teachings. "Now...."She said softly her tone still holding a trace of anger. "I have already told you why I came. Curiosity, I have no reason to lie to a man, in a cage, who truly has nothing I would want. Perhaps I simply wanted to see this supposedly great king who was able to actually wound my father." She said her hand making a small gesture as she talked before opening her eyes and looking at him frowning. "I am even trying to be a civil woman. But if you call me spoiled once more. I will find my sword which my mother has locked away, and grant you the first of those thousand deaths you would rather have than my touch. Wolf." She said, her tone serious and strong, truly sounding like her fathers daughter rather than her mothers.

Never he was slapped before and especially by woman, how low has he sunk in his hatred and vengeance that he would be disrespectful towards a woman. Remembered that he has never hated the vampires as a race but their backstabbing government was to blame, and she was really able to handle herself, he expected that she would call the guards or maybe deliver a strong attack herself but she didn't, maybe because she really didn't mean him harm, but to demand the proper respect she earned as a princess. Mentioned that she never thought of them as savages like her family surprised him a bit, yet he didn't quite believe that part because his hatred had consumed much of his former self. He placed his hand on his slapped side as he was hammered back to his senses.

She had a point about not lying to a caged man. He smirked when she mentioned the injury of her father, maybe that was something he could feel proud about it was his personal trophy against him. Wolfric decided to be civil from now on, since she was able to reawaken something he thought was long dead, was it a sign for him to rid his suicidal thoughts? Nevertheless, he didn't dwell on that thought much, he took a deep breath and calmed down "I was never slapped by a woman before. I'm compelled to apologize to you princess" He bowed to her placing his right arm on his chest before he rose up to continue "Well then princess, here I am the once alpha king of the werewolf race, Wolfric. And may I tell you, I can smell your deference of the rest of the vampires I met, for what its worth consider it a compliment of an ashamed king" His wounds got the better of him, forcing him to sit down and coughed some more "I believe you assumed to see a proud king, yet you see this ghost. I admit my reality, but I also know that one day I will break this cage. I only hope to change my legacy and restore my people's kingdom before death claims me. I know this is far fetched, yet this hope keeps me alive and far from suicidal thoughts... What do you think now princess? Does this seem like the wolf you imagined?" Wolfric shook his head shocked by the fact of sharing his thoughts with a vampire, the daughter of the vampire king, his nemesis. Wolfric thought maybe it was a charm spell by her, looking at her he confirmed that it wasn't, but why would he share it with her? His most reasonable answer was because he never had a visitor before, not he would ever so this would be his only chance...

Adira hadn't expected her simply slapping him across the face would set the king straight as quickly as it seemed to. She watched him touch the side of his face that she had slapped, perhaps she had slapped him a bit more roughly then she had meant to. However, she wasn't going to apologize for it, he had crossed a line with his words. She noted the smirk at the mention of her father being wounded, before he apologized. If the way he had been acting towards her up until now, than she really doubted what he said about never being slapped was true. Watching him bow and apologize for his actions, Adira gave a small nod in response. She gave a smile when he gave a comment on her smell, she had never noticed that she smelt differently. Though it was likely that he didn't realize he smelt differently as well.

When he sat down on the floor Adira sat back down in her chair crossing her legs once more listening to him talk. The way he spoke about himself wasn't exactly what she was expecting to hear from the said to be great king. It was a little sad to hear him talk about having suicidal thoughts, to hear such a thing made him look a little weak in her mind. However, he was trying to be civil now, and she would do the same and keep her thoughts on that sudject to herself. "I must admit that I truly, was not expecting you to speak to me at all. Thus the reason I waited for you to speak first" She admitted honestly, she hadn't known what to expect when had went into the dungeon. "Though I shall be the first to correct myself, I find the way you are acting towards me now more admirable than before. Not that it matters truly." She said thoughtfully not bringing up his mention of breaking out, there wasn't anything really that she could say on the subject. Or at least that she would believe if their roles were switched .

Her eyes swifted away from the man to his window and she frowned, although it was not becoming light outside quite yet, she can feel that it was starting to get late. In the same way that her race were able to tell when the sun was going to raise so their weaker brothers could get inside in time not to die. "I'm afraid I must go now as it is getting early, though I find you interesting and I will try to sneak away and come back sometime next week." She said with a soft smile, not making it a question but a fact before stood and headed towards the stairs out of the dungeon. Though she stopped just short of the steps and looked back at him over her shoulder making a tisking sound at herself. "How rude of me, I almost forgot. My name is Adira." With that she left the dungeon and headed to bed herself.

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Over the last three weeks Adira had almost made it a point to go down to the dungeons to see and talk to Wolfic. For some reason she found him interesting, despite the fact he was considered an enemy to her people, though she didn't doubt that might have been one of the reasons that she had first found him interesting.

Although today was the night she would go down to see him, she sadly could not. The princess from another kingdom was visiting along with her father. It was a special occasion and she had a feeling she would be unable to sneak away. The fading light from the sun shone through tinted windows as the sun started to set. Adira following behind her elder brother, whom was sweet talking the princess from the castle, making the girl giggle. Which wasn't all that hard to make the girl do as she was an ignorant twat.

It wasn't until her mother made the turn opposite of their normal dinning room that Adira realized that they were going to the formal dinning room the only real difference was that it was the room they used for parties. The werewolf slaves were not allowed to be in the dinning room, instead the few vampire servemts served the food and drinks. The doors were made of pure silver, to insure they could not enter if they so tried. In the middle of of the room sat a cage for the kings trophy , and though the room was barely used the cage much like the cell in the dungeon was laced with wolfsbane.

Adira hesitated slightly before entering the room, part of her wondered if she could pretend to not feel well, while the strong part of her wondered why she should even care in the first place? Her hands went down and ran a few times over the soft light pink dress her mother had forced her into, to calm herself. Before entering the room, her brown eyes glancing at the cage.

It was unexpected that she didn't just enjoy his misfortune, was he wrong about the vampires? Could there still be some with benevolence? He could be sure of one thing, that she didn't know why she came down here as well, it was a thought that made him confused and not sure about her real motives of this visit yet there was some part of him not alerted by her but rather comforted, he remained silent as she talked but then she had to go because the sun was about to rise, he felt happy when she said that she would come again because he knew that he wasn't going to be lonely anymore even if it was a visit by the daughter of his arch enemy, that small smile she gave him comforted him even more, he smirked as he looked back through the window, she then told him her name before she continued on her way out "Adria... A fine name. Goodbye Adria..." he whispered through the window only to give a soft and quite howl.

Wolfric's routine stayed the same, beating by the guards and releasing his anger, but now there was something else. Adria a vampire princess daughter that was strangely interested in him started visiting him every night to pass the time with talk, it was pleasant and exciting he learned more about vampires and he taught her more about the werewolves, and he would ask her about her days and about her well being, and he would listen endlessly because he would try to live her events and escape his boring painful days. Wolfric grew fond of her as a friend day by day, she wasn't compelled to come and visit him everyday yet she did showing her goodwill towards him causing him to not be alerted by her, he could've asked her for some better food or anything he needed but he didn't because he knew it would expose her and it was for some reason he didn't want to acknowledge, didn't want to happen.

It was full moon night, a werewolf's perfect night, night were he is powerful than ever and sharper than ever, and on nights like that the guards didn't torture Wolfric because  it wouldn't matter even with the wolves-bane, it would be the first time that Adria will see him clean rather than a bloody pool. So he waited patiently for her to come, she was late but he waited more with a smile on his face, he heard footsteps of boots not heels, he was shocked to see the guards in front of him, were they discovered? Because it was sure not or torture, they shackled him with silver cuffs on his hands and legs he knew that he was being taken to the king since it was the only time he's out of his cell...

He arrived at the formal dinning room where he was shown as the prize for the king, the silver doors reflected its flashing sliver rays into Wolfric blinding him having the guards to drag him to his cage before the king and his family arrived with their guests. He was smirking thinking how could he ruin this moment yet again for the king... They arrived at the room, and he couldn't but to notice Adria's dress, she looked more beautiful than usual, but he kept a despiteful look on his face so the kind wouldn't suspect anything. It seemed they were having a princess from another kingdom and it looked like she was find of the elder prince, he sighed seeing how stupid she looked and how the prince was desperately trying to make her love him. But Adria seemed upset something that he didn't notice before, maybe because he wasn't interested to notice it before she started to come down and visit him, he thought that maybe this was the problem that she started visiting him. They sat down and the king immediately wanted to boast his prize "I don't think that you know the once wolf king princess, but this it, the son of Adolf, Wolfric" the king then turned to Wolfric "I can't imagine how your father would feel if he saw you right now, caged and ashamed and how you stained his legacy. I will tell you something comforting, if it was your father that I face in his prime I wouldn't be alive today, but then again you couldn't be half the wolf he was. Because you decided to live in the wilds and defy your father. You should've stayed in the wilds where you belong..." Wolfric was enraged by the king, he knew he wasn't allowed to talk but he couldn't stay silent like always "How dare you speak about my father! And your right you wouldn't be alive, an inferior backstabbing couldn't have defeated an honorable superior king like him" then he smirked and said "And this half wolf you speak of, was able to mortally wound you, I bet that wound still hurt doesn't it. And that is my trophy because I don't need to bring you me, instead wherever you go that wound is shown" Wolfric laughed as one of the guards whipped him to silence him, he stayed silent afterwards to see what will the king reply. He was furious with him but he restrained him self and smiled "Well you can enjoy that while rot in my dungeon..." The king then returned to his guests, they were amused by a prisoner's rebel behavior trying to forget about his suffering. 

Wolfric stayed silent for the rest of the part glancing at Adria from time to time, smelling her upset even if it wasn't shown, he wanted this night to end and return to his cell

Adira frowned a little her eyes quickly glancing away from Wolfic after a moment, she had noticed the way his eyes had lingered on her despite the look of distain that stayed on his face, and she figured it was probably a good idea not to look at him, as she usually tried to do. She had honestly always felt uncomfortable on these dinners, even before she started to visit him. Though it used to be a discomfort to have a bare chested man in a cage staring at them while they ate, now however, it was the whole dinner. The fact she was eating infront of her friend while he had to live off of dungeon food. The way she knew her father would talk to him. And for a reason she didn't want to admit to herself, the fact the other princesses eyes lingered on him a bit bothered her. But it was what her father had told them before the others came that really made her uncomfortable.

It didn't even take as long as usual for her father to start boasting about his prize. The other princess looked Wolfic over as her father pointed him out, as if the big muscular man in a cage wasn't noticeable. Adria frowned looking over at the girl before at her father. Of course she hadn't met Wolfic, it was the first time her father had brought him out for dinner. She hated the way her father felt the urge to boost and insult Wolfic whenever guests came over. He was such an ass when he did. Still her father wasn't the only one who was surprised by Wolfic actually talking back. Even her elder brother turned his head in surprise.

A small smile creeped on Adria's face as everyone was watching her father get control of himself, his come back was subpar, and when she saw Wolfic's eye land back on her, Adira took a sip of the glass of blood in front of her trying to hide the smile despite her discomfort. The other princess eyes lingered on him unashamedly for a few more moments, and Adria couldn't help but think of how, if the girl even dared to go down into the dungeon as she had. She would have ran away crying because she was weak and idiotic. After the amusing conversion between the wolf king and vampire king was over, dinner continued as usual.

The younger of her two brothers held a conversion with their father, mother, and other king. The elder brother making a fool of himself as he went out of his way to flirt with other princess. Adria ate in silence her eyes seeing Wolfic glance at her from time to time. However, for the much part her eyes were watching her brother. Soon the servants started coming around taking the left over food so they could start serving dessert. As the one got to the elder brothers plate she started to walk away as the food had barely been touched, and Adria smirked up at the female. "You might as well take his plate, as what he wishes to eat is not to it." She said her voice low enough that both of her brothers and the princess heard but not the others.

The younger of her brothers laughed lightly as her elder brother glared at her and the princess's face turned red.

"What a mouth Adria, you wouldn't expect such a thing from a pretty pink little girl like you." Her brother spat still quiet enough that the elders couldn't hear. Gaining a glare from Adira before she looked back at the woman behind hepim trying to control herself.

"Perhaps you should put my brothers plate on the young princess's chest. Then he would remember to eat as that is where his eyes have been all nigfht ." She quipped sightly louder and gaining to attention from the three at the head of the table. Her father frowning and shaking his head, as this was almost a nightly thing. Adria's brother hissed standing from his sit and Adria's smirked only widened. "Sit down my idiotic brother, I always beat you." She said calmly before the queens hand slammed down on the table making both of them flinch and glance at her.

"Zarach! Sit down. Adira, that is no way for a lady to talk. Either leave or be silent." The queen hissed, the king frowning a bit at his wife before continuing talking to the other king. Adria giving her mother a dirty look before sitting back, her eyes glancing at Wolfic and away, as one of the servants walked to the table hurrying something long wrapped in fabric.

Her father looked up before smiling. "Ah yes, King Emirus. As is custom I have a gift as a thank you for your lovely daughter being allowed to join our family." He said before the servant walked around the table holding the gift out in his arms. King Emirus smiled reaching up and unwrapping the black and blue colored great sword.

Wolfric wasn't interested in the kings talk of the same politics he heard many times in previous dinners, what was ironic to Wolfric is that he could point out where the king's policies fails to benefit him and how he could improve it and actually have the strongest kingdom because he possessed the needed resources. He was more interested in the tense that was building little by little across the table, he couldn't hear the conversation well but he could see the reactions of the group and it seemed that Adria was insulting her brother and his date the princess. The servants distracted him by throwing a piece of meat to Wolfric to get him busy with something instead of just staring at everybody and giving them an uneasy feeling, and to keep his mouth busy with something other than talking back to the king and his guests, Wolfric usually didn't eat it as a sign of rebel but he decided to eat this time to keep himself busy, he couldn't pay much attention to what was happening at the other end, till he heard Adria's voice insulting her brother, he was a bit surprised as he was still munching on his meat and stopped there just watching Adria with a wide surprised look on his face, he was barely able to hold himself from commenting something funny, but he didn't want to raise the tension in the air.

He couldn't help but to feel a bit excited by the family drama, breaking the illusion of the perfect family yet he was feeling bad for Adria that she couldn't feel happy being surrounded by her family. Adria sat down and glanced at Wolfric as he resumed eating wanting to give Adria a thumb up but he didn't want to raise suspicion. A servant came in carrying something wrapped, and as the king started talking about a gift of some sort Wolfric got interested until the gift was unwrapped revealing his sword, Starfang, a relic of the werewolf culture inherited by every alpha. Many myths involving its origins was told through history but no proof of them was ever found but one thing for sure is that it's metal was not of this earth and had extraordinary properties. Wolfric knew that it was in the possession of the king and he didn't feel bad about it since he defeated him and won it, but to give it away for such reason was unacceptable.

"You ungrateful bastard! How can you give away such a sword!? Do you even know how valuable it is? And for what? Because your son is marrying his daughter, that spoiled brat you call a son can not do anything on his own not even come up with a gift of his own, so you go and solve his problem. Tell me will you even go to bed with her instead of him too!? Do you remember how strong that sword was? It broke through you'r sword, shield and even your armor in one strike. I could bear all your stupid politics, and bad parenting. But this is the last straw" Wolfric was furious he couldn't help but to shout at the king and not caring what will happen next. The guards whipped him and stroke the whip around his neck choking him so he couldn't speak anymore, Wolfric resisted all he could but then fell on his knees barely awake. The guards unleashed him as the prince slammed the table in anger, something he has never done before, he has never replied to Wolfric it was only his father who did this but the insults he was listening to couldn't allow him stay calm "That's it father. How can you allow him to live any longer after hearing such insults to me. Father allow me to end his miserable life." The king sighed in anger not knowing what to say because he knew deep down that Wolfric was right but he couldn't admit it, and he wanted to shut his son while maintaining some dignity of his own "If you really want to end his life, how about you end it while proving him wrong. How about you face him in combat and you can end his life if you win... But if you lose, I will not give the sword instead you will have to bring a gift of your own. I doubt he will be of any challenge since he's wounded and weakened" The prince startled for a bit, but was interrupted by a coughing Wolfric "I do not even want fight such a spoiled kid.. Even if he used dirty methods.. I will still win.." everyone was still silent while the three were talking and all was staring at the prince awaiting his answer.