Chapter 95 Her Awakening 2

• Katty’s POV
• “Whenever you want,” were the words that came from my newly found father. I told him I would like to start by tomorrow. The day was already gone by and it was time for dinner. I asked them to excuse me, that I needed time alone to process everything. They all nodded and began filing out to leave. I wasn’t only doing it for myself because I felt exhausted but I wanted my parents to also have time to speak. They needed to. Clearly my father had love written all over his face even if it was just the mate pull thing, but I knew he was just mad and needed to vent but he clearly couldn’t stay away from my mother. As they reached the door, Turner turned around and looked at me. “Can I see you a bit later? Maybe after an hour? I just need a little rest,” I said to him as I heard Aunt Maggie call out my mother’s name from the passageway. I knew that even if my father didn’t want to speak to my mother now, she would still be in good hands because her friend was the queen here. “Okay mate, i’ll come by after dinner. I’ll ask the maid to bring your dinner so that you don’t have to go out of your room if you don’t want to,” he said thoughtfully and I just loved that. At least my mate cared and that assured me that I’ll be in the right hands. I nodded and said thank you to him. He flashed a smile and closed the door behind him. I sighed and slid back under the blanket, staring at the beautifully designed ceiling above me as I began to process everything that just bombarded me at once. I guess I might have dozed off at some point because I was awakened by a young girl, who may have been a little younger than me, shaking me from my sleep. “I brought your dinner Ms,” she said and I sat up, leaned against the headboard. An uncontrollable yawn escaped my mouth. “Thank you dear,” I said to her and her eyes widened, wondering if I said something wrong. “Did I say something wrong?” I asked her. She shook her head. “No Ms, it’s just that we aren’t used to such words around here,” she explained. She didn’t have to say anything much. I had a picture of what she meant. Lucy had told me a bit about how the King hated women and it must have been a lot difficult for the maids. I held her shoulder lightly and squeezed it. “You are beautiful, young and you seem sweet, therefore you are definitely dear!” I said to her, wanting to make her feel good. I have been described as an empath, I surely like putting myself in people’s shoes. If I made even just one person feel good about themselves, I surely would feel better myself. Especially right at that moment. She smiled widely, stood up, thanked me and bowed as she left. I smiled to myself knowing that I just boosted her self esteem. I was feeling starved but at the same time I didn’t have any appetite. I was busy mulling over my new awakening, new revelations of a totally different me. I wondered if I would adjust well to the fact that I was a lioness. Of course my best friends are also lionesses but I didn’t know if I liked that idea. Not that there was something wrong with being a lioness but I wished that was something I had known from the beginning and accepted. I also wondered what kind of power I had as a “jade lion” my mother was talking about and how special it was. Again I wondered if I would be safe, was I not going to be in danger? An incredible amount of time must have passed because I heard a knock at the door. With the way I had goosebumps, I knew it must have been my mate. “Come in!” I shouted. His tall, hunky figure entered after he popped in his head and asked if it was okay to come in. He smiled at me. Gosh, this guy could clearly make you forget about your misery just by looking at him. He is the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, I swear! I used to page through fashion magazines and see the incredibly sculpted norse-god like hunks and drool over, knowing very well that I can never even get them to look twice at my direction even if by miracle I come across them. I just never knew that I was going to be blessed with my own norse-god like hunk. I smiled back at him and told him to sit on the bed next to me. The moment he sat down, he saw my food and didn’t even ask but stood up, took the tray and uncovered the plate. He took a spoon and began to feed me. It was vegetable fried rice with grilled turkey. I was stunned by the fact that he didn’t even ask me first but just fed me. I opened my mouth and took the food in. I couldn’t finish the food because I felt like I would throw everything up, he did not push me but put the food away. He gave me a glass of juice and I drank half of it. He must have mind-linked a maid because some other girl came to take the plate away. We sat down to chat about this and that, taking my mind away from everything. After two hours of chatting, he said his goodbyes just when I was about to doze off. The next day I woke up feeling better but I still couldn’t help feeling so nervous about what laid ahead. I left my room after taking a warm shower and changing my clothes. I was going to go to my father’s shrine where I was going to start my real awakening rituals. I didn’t know what to anticipate but I was really nervous. I found Turner waiting for me outside the palace main door. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the training field?” I asked him. “They said it was okay, I could take you to the shrine. I’ll join them later. Let’s go, I prepared a chariot for you,” he said, directing me towards the horse chariot that was standing with two white beautifully healthy stallions. It was my first time riding a stallion and it was with my mate. It was one of the moments I would never forget. 
• My father was already getting everything ready by the time we arrived there. I wondered where my mother was but I didn’t have the opportunity to get inside the shrine. “Let’s get going, time isn’t on our side,” he said after exchanging the pleasantries. Turner said goodbye and I followed my father out to the woods. He laid down the stuff he had, started making some drawings on the floor of the ground. “You are going to have to go behind the trees and change into this,” he said, handing to me a strange cloth that looked like a sack cloth. Without asking questions I did as asked and came back. I felt really weird in that seamless cloth. It was like an oversized or maxi-dress. “Get inside this circle and kneel down inside it, put the palms of your hands directly to the ground as I chant,” he instructed and I followed. He began to chant and all of a sudden I felt as if I was being sucked into the ground or by the ground. A small wind began to blow and raised some dirt around me. “Do not fight it, relax, you are only becoming one with your ancestry,” I heard the voice of my father as if it was many waters. Fear engulfed me.