Busted
Anna’s POV
Working under Prince Greg, the most courageous and skilled prince of the wolf Kingdom, required a constant state of vigilance.
My orders were clear: observe, report, and ensure he never suspected a thing.
I had managed to navigate these treacherous waters for three weeks, carefully noting his every move and dutifully relaying information to King Cole and Elder Raxon.
One night, as I was preparing to retire, I was called by the king.
The message was clearly an order demanding my presence in the king’s private chamber.
My heart raced as I made my way through the dimly lit corridors, each step echoing with the weight of my secret mission as I looked back to make sure I wasn’t being followed.
The door to the chamber loomed before me, and I hesitated for a brief moment before knocking.
"Enter," a voice commanded from within.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. King Cole and Elder Raxon were seated at a large table, their faces shrouded in shadow.
The air was thick with tension, and I could feel their eyes judging me as I approached.
"Anna," the king began, his tone measured and cold. "We have reviewed your reports on Prince Greg."
I bowed my head respectfully. "Yes, Your Majesty. I have documented all of his activities as instructed."
King Cole leaned forward, his eyes piercing. "Tell us again, in detail, how the prince conducts himself with others. Does he show any signs of collusion or secret meetings?"
I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves. "Prince Greg interacts with people openly and with confidence. He engages in regular conversations with the nobles, soldiers, and commoners alike. There have been no signs of secretive behavior or any meetings that could be said to be suspicious."
Elder Raxon cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair. "And what about his demeanor? His body language? Is there any indication that he harbors ill intent towards the crown?"
I shook my head. "No, Elder Raxon. His demeanor is always composed and assured. He has not exhibited any behavior that suggests he is plotting against the throne."
The king's eyes narrowed, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. "You are certain of this?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," I replied firmly. "Prince Greg has shown no signs of disloyalty."
For a moment, silence hung heavy in the room. Then King Cole exchanged a glance with Elder Raxon before speaking again.
"We need you to be absolutely vigilant, Anna," the king said, his voice low and intense. "If there is even a hint of treachery, you must report it immediately."
"I understand," I said, bowing my head once more. "I will remain vigilant and continue to observe closely."
Elder Raxon leaned forward, his eyes boring into mine. "You must not let your guard down. Prince Greg is cunning, and if he suspects you are spying on him, he will not hesitate to act against you."
A shiver ran down my spine at his words, but I maintained my composure. "I will be careful, Elder Raxon."
King Cole waved a hand, dismissing me. "Very well. You may go.”
I bowed deeply and left the chamber, my mind racing.
As I made my way back to my quarters, I couldn't shake the feeling that the walls were closing in on me.
The pressure of my dual loyalty weighed heavily, but I knew I had to stay focused. Failure was not an option.
The night air was thick with tension as I made my way to the prince’s room to hand over the towel he had asked me to get for him, but as I knocked on his room, his maid told me he was in the pool house.
With a smile, I started for the pool house, clutching the towle.
My heart pounded in my chest, not just from the weight of the information I carried, but also from the constant awareness that my role as a spy could be discovered at any moment.
I reached the door and knocked softly, feeling a wave of apprehension wash over me.
"Come in," his voice called from within, smooth and unbothered.
I hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open. The scene before me was both unexpected and disarming. Prince Greg was sitting in the pool, completely naked, his head laid back and his eyes closed. His muscular body glistened in the dim light, the water casting ripples of reflection across his skin.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure as I stepped inside. It was impossible not to notice the sculpted lines of his body or the bulge, but I forced myself to focus on my duty.
"Your Highness," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside, "Your towel.”
His eyes slowly opened, and he regarded me with a lazy, curious gaze. "You know, I hate people betraying me the most."
My heart skipped as I watched him get to his feet and step out of the pool as he towered before me, making my heart melt.
He held my chin and said, his calm tone burning with overwhelming anger. "Being a spy needs you to be subtle and careful. But I’ve known about your duty to my brother from day one.”
“My prince…”
“Hush,” he whispered, his hands going around me as he slowly touched my nipple through the fabric of my dress causing my legs to shiver.
“Let me fuck you like the whore you are, and I'll leave you as my little spy, how about that?"
Oh shit, I thought. I was busted.