I woke up at 5 AM too excited to sleep, in a few hours I would get to finally talk to my mate. I still have to wait until after breakfast. I’m restless and so is Conan, so I decide to go on a run. Getting the energy out, and giving Conan some control should help me. I have this weird. empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Which I try to ignore, it’s probably just the nerves. Everyone is still asleep except for the few guards that are on the night shift. A little over an hour later I returned to my chambers. I was right the run helped me get out some of this pend up energy. It didn’t help with the weird empty feeling. I just keep on ignoring it and go for a quick shower before getting some breakfast. I normally eat in the castle’s diningroom with all the other packmembers who live in the castle or come over to the castle for breakfast. Seeing as it’s still way too early for most members, and since I am so nervous about seeing Ayla in a few hours I decide to make some breakfast and eat it in my personal living room:
We never set up an exact time, another thing that makes me nervous. I don’t even know how late she usually has breakfast. I don’t want to be too early making her uncomfortable, neither do I want to make her wait. too long. Giving her the impression she wasn’t important to me. We haven’t mated yet, so since she is not a member of my pack I cannot mindlink her. Yesterday I never thought about asking her for her phone number, if I did could just text her to let me know when she was ready. In the end, I decide to take a longer shower and get dressed so I can see where to go from there.
Another two hours later I am finally dressed, I look at the pile of clothes I tried on and decided against, on my bed. And I chuckle to myself, this girl thought I was about to reject her when I spent over an hour picking out an outfit that makes the right impression. My wardrobe is a bit of everything. For royal events is suits, or at the very least slacks, a dress shirt, and a tie. I know I look good in them, all the suits are tailor–made Most she–wolves seem to like it when I dress up like that. It would be an easy choice to wear a nice suit, but it’s not me. When not on official business I like wearing shirts or sweaters, preferably hoodies and jeans. Paired with sneakers and not my shiny dress shoes. Mom ended up coming to my rescue saying I should dress like myself, not as the Crown Prince. Still wanting to make an impression, and show her I put effort into getting ready for her. I decided to meet halfway. Wearing I nice dress shirt over a pair of jeans without rips in them. After doubting myself a little more I wear some nice dress shoes. It’s still a lot more dressed up than I prefer, but it’s not as official as the stuff I wear to meetings.
Mom was the one who suggested asking Gerald if his mate knew when she was ready. Or to ask her friend to give her my phone number so I do.
“Jessa and me are just on our way to you Griffin, we’ll see you in your office” Gerald mindlinks me back.
Now the worry is getting worse, he clearly said Jessa and me. Meaning, Ayla isn’t joining them. Why would they need to come over to see me if I just wanted to know when I can go and visit my mate? I don’t need to wait too long and Jessa’s deflated face tells it all. Something is terribly wrong with Ayla.
“I am so sorry I didn’t know none of us did.” She says handing me an envelope with shaking hands.
“Is she okay?” I ask Jessa, as I take the envelope addressed to Crown Prince Griffin from her.
“Just read the letter. Griff” Gerald warns me, and I can’t make out if it is worry or pity etched on his face.
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