The Pack games would be him officiating and delegating. He would not be able to attend to her, and the thought of ignoring her made him feel like he would be in an impossible situation. He hadn't taken into account the depth of solidarity and loyalty running through his family. His new wife deserved to be accepted, but would they?
He had only accepted her because she had saved his life, and in doing so, he got to peak into hers. Regardless of her station in life, she deserved to be with him because she was worthy. Her character was honest, and she was a fighter. She did it in a different way. Randolf, as much as he hated to admit sometimes, was born into a very privileged and rich life.
He never wanted anything. His wife was the complete opposite. She had been a very young girl living on the streets alone. How scary that must have been for her. Yet, she was still a kind and loving person.
She stood her ground when necessary. She was able to take care of herself. She took care of herself like a Wolf. He knew that was his attraction to her. He hoped one day, she could forgive him for the deception he always found himself doing to her.
He hoped one day, his pack would accept her, and she would accept herself. He had already started his day and left Whitley in charge of Beatrice. He had told her the news. He was surprised when she seemed relieved she didn't have to participate. He didn't feel so bad about his decision.
When Randolf had given his opinion and stated that he thought she shouldn't attend the Pack Games festivities. Sylvie had been ecstatic on the inside. She had felt extremely nervous meeting all of those people. She hadn't known this life long and she felt like she could get overwhelmed. She also felt like Louve was like any other Loux Garoux they would think the absolute same thing about her that Louve did. Sylvie did not belong. Sylvie was not Loux Garoux.
Sylvie was not born to a wealthy family. Sylvie was not book-smart. She was nothing compared to these women. She knew it. She knew they would never welcome her.
Her poor husband, on the other hand, did not seem to understand. So to save him the embarrassment, she refused the invite and told him she much preferred her own company and the company of Bouvier.
Sylvie knew since the Physician's news, Bouvier was feeling down about still not having her voice. She would pay her a visit.
He thought it was a lovely idea. She had no idea what she would do for a week. He had told her the house and the servants were hers. He kissed her on her lips and left.
She got dressed on her own. Soon after, she went to Bouvier's room. She gently knocked twice as was her usual custom before entering. She was greeted by Bouvier, who was dressed in a cream blouse with a lavender floor-length skirt. Her hair hung free Sylvie was happy to see that she looked so much better.
There were only tiny bruises on her neck. The bruising on her face had already healed. Madam Bouvier was the only person she knew here. Their past had been tumultuous, but losing her would have been detrimental to her psyche...
Sylvie had already lost so much. She had always told herself on those cold nights in the stables that she was strong, but having to adjust to a new life, one she hadn't expected or even thought was possible, was turning out to be even more difficult than staying warm on the coldest nights on the island.
Her thoughts drifted to the old woman who would let her have a few extra flowers or tomatoes to sell when Cook couldn't feed her. Then she thought back to Caleb. He was a sweet young man. Compared to her husband, he was a boy. Her husband was tall, muscular, and ruggedly handsome.
He exuded confidence and leadership. Caleb did not, though he had always tried to boss Sylive around. The difference is obvious to her now. She hoped he was all right. She knew she could never be too certain.
The Lycans had corrupted the island. Sylvie thought it was a shame that she was not able to get a glimpse into the action. Ambushes and the war had always been fought off of the Island, and the people who inhabited it seemed happy to continue to live their lives as if it was a minor inconvenience. The Loux Garoux had been generous in giving them land to cultivate their business and have a prosperous town.
Sylvie sat on the settee while Bouvier got ready. She had noticed she looked much younger when her hair was down and she wore no makeup. How old was Madmae Bouvier, Sylvie wondered. It didn't matter. She still saw her as her superior.
It had been a shock to see her here when she had awakened. She had never thought she would see her again after the fire. Sylvie had almost died along with the other women. The townspeople had also been looking for her after that incident. She had hidden well was the consensus.
Sylvie now knew Madame Bouvier had been staying here It would appear that she was her father-in-law's prisoner. Which was strange to Sylvie. What had she done that warranted her to be in servitude to a King Alpha? Once Bouvier was done examining her look in the full-length mirror she stood in front of the settee. She wore a soft yellow blouse with a navy blue long skirt.
Her hair was in a crisp bun. She had placed a flower in it. It highlighted her eyes. It was a different style for her. Sylvie wondered how this newfound sense of style occurred.
It was a much softer, more elegant style. Sylvie liked it.
"You look beautiful." Sylive complimented her.
Bouvier mouthed the words 'thank you'.
Sylvie felt sad for her not being able to speak but kept her expression docile. "You are welcome. It's true. You look beautiful."
Bouvier sat on the settee beside her.
A few moments later there were two knocks on the door and Whitley appeared. It was strange seeing him again. Both women hadn't seen him since the accident. He had come to their aide, yet it would appear he was punished for something. Sylvie wanted to know. She knew Whitley would not open up easily.
"Good day, Lady Canis and Madam. Your tea will be ready in half an hour. You are expected to dine in the tearoom and luncheon." He said as if he had never been gone.
"Thank you, Whitley. It is good to see you again." Sylvie said. Then she stood up and walked over to him. " wanted to thank you for helping me and Madame Bouvier when you did. I'm sorry you are being punished."
Whitley's hard expression softened just a bit. "My Lady it is I who should be the one apologizing. Louve has had ill intentions since she heard about the wedding. I should have spoken to King Alpha Adolf and told him what I knew. I was a coward. Hiding behind my station. Who would believe a lowly Butler? told myself." He was being candid with her.
"You are anything but a lowly butler. Both King Alpha's depend on you to keep the manor and its staff in line. You do a fine job of that. I have seen it with my own eyes, and so has Bouvier." Sylvie looked at Bouvier, who didn't want to be a part of this conversation.
Bouvier did not trust Whitley. He had humiliated her since the moment she stepped foot in this home. He made her feel like she was trash, and inferior in everything she did...
Bouvier did not trust Whitley. He had humiliated her since the moment she stepped foot in this home. He made her feel like she was trash, and inferior in everything she did. He had made sure to remind her that Adolf would never love her in public and he relished the fact that his son despised her, even though she had done nothing wrong. Sylvie was too naive of the world.
She had lived her life wild and had never really interacted with people. She took them at face value. If they looked kind, then they were kind. Not Madame Bouvier. Working as a Madame at a brothel taught one to assess people at all times.
Her assessment of Whitley was not good. She lied. She nodded her head 'Yes' when Sylvie had put him on the spot, but she knew deep down he had something to do with Louve attacking her.