Chapter 8

• Reyne stacked her clothes in the little closet she was rewarded with. She had wondered that she might have to sew herself a cloth bag to keep her clothes like previously. But excitement hit her hard when she realized that she not only was given a bedroom but also a little bit of furniture that was enough for her.
• The room was small, bigger for her expectation, notwithstanding. It was colored in light pink and printed with colorful butterflies. It contained a small bed that was neatly made with two rectangular pillows draped in pink covers, whole.
• There were two straight-backed chairs, a washstand, a dressing table with a shining mirror, and a small circular table between the chairs. There was a medium sized window with fleecy big curtains and no pictures on the wall.
• She shut the doors and got up with a rustle. Reyne had to get up early in the morning so she could set up her room and prepare breakfast for her dad and herself. She admired the peach color washed walls of their little house while she waddled her legs towards the kitchen.
• Even the cooking cabinet was awesome. It was bigger than what they had in their previous house. That was a petite apartment, and this was a bungalow with three rooms and a common bathroom. Reyne can't remember living in a better house than this.
• Anyways, she pulled out a pan, the jar of oil, and some eggs from the refrigerator. Her father preferred scrambled eggs with spring onions and sprinkled pepper powder. She removed the cooked egg on a plate and placed it on the small circular dining table outside the kitchen in the left corner.
• Reyne went to her father's room and calmly knocked upon the door. She waited for five seconds and then knocked again, "The breakfast is ready, dad." She spoke, and the door opened.
• She bowed her head in respect for her father and smiled at him, “Good morning, daddy. The breakfast is ready.” she smilingly batted her lashes while her daddy shook his head in understanding.
• “Good morning, you are looking beautiful. I am glad you groomed yourself nicely.” Mr. Stark placed his arm around her shoulders and walked with his daughter.
• He took his seat in one of the two chairs as Reyne stood next to him in order to serve her father a glass of juice and water. Once she was done she settled in the seat and uncovered the plate of her pasta.
• She chewed in silence, very well keeping in mind the words of her father. Mr. Stark was strict with manners. He taught his daughter to eat in silence without uttering a word as talking whilst having food was considered offensive.
• She, like a highly qualified lady of a kingdom, gulped the morsel of her food just like her father had taught her. Reyne was focusing on her bites when her father’s words rang in her ears, “We are going to see the alpha of this pack after breakfast. I hope you know how to present yourself!”
• Reyne dropped the fork in the plate and spared her with a glance as she nodded her head up and down, “Yes, daddy.”
• There was a sheer thrill and a ripple of nervousness in her voice. Why was she so scared?
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