A/N: I'm ready to start another chapter…this will be fun.
Chapter Two
Three Weeks Later
"Princess…" Akira pushed open the door to young girl's room. "Are you all right^,^ I heard something."
He found Mina sitting on the floor of her room, looking quit pale.
"Princess?" He knelt down before her.
She looked up at him. Oh, my Beloved Akira…
"I don't feel so well." She explained. "I feel so tired."
Akira placed his forehead to hers. "You don't feel hot, Princess. Could it be something you ate?"
Mina shot him an annoyed look.
"Never mind." He gathered her in his arms and placed her back in bed. "You just rest, Princess."
"Akira…"
"Yes, Princess."
"Call me, Mina."
"Pardon?"
"I just think we're passed that phase is all. Don't you?"
"Princess, I couldn't..." He protested.
She frowned. "Why do you always try to deny me?"
"Princess...You need your rest. You don't look well. Sleep."
Akira tucked her in and exited the room, dimming the overhead lighting as he did so.
"Rest up…" My dear Mina.
Akira entered in the lavishly decorated room, taking in the high vaulted ceilings and gargantuan crystal chandler that hung over head. He spotted his father, Sir Wolfgang Regendorf sitting in front of a massive fireplace in a high-backed leather chair. He was quietly exchanging words on what appeared to be a serious matter. The other occupant in the room was a portly man with a round face and neatly pressed suit that barely seemed to hit him. He was gesturing wildly towards the wolf, uttering, "You can't be serious, Regendorf… It will never do... It will not do at all. You'll soon see." The man then got up surprisingly quick for a man of his size, casting a bitter glance at the werewolf before storming out of the room. Akira stumbled as he was jostled by the stranger.
When the door was closed shut, Akira turned to his father.
"What is it, Akira?" He asked in a deep voice.
"The Princess….She's not herself today."
"Oh?' He lifted a tumbler of amber liquor and took a sip from it while watching his son
"I think a doctor should be called."
"The princess is no doubt merely fatigued. She has much to do throughout the course of the day. I am sure all she needs is a good rest." His father dismissed his anxiety.
"But…"
Regendorf lifted his eyes towards his son, noting the concern on his face. He set the glass back down upon the table to give the matter his full attention
"You suspect something else, don't you? What is it you mean to tell me, Akira?"
"I don't really know. I have my suspicions."
The elder werewolf frowned.
"Out with it, pup!'
"I don't know." Akira insisted, averting his eyes.
Regendorf narrowed his eyes and got up, crossing over to his son. He grabbed Akira by the front of the shirt.
"What have you done to cause you to look away?" He demanded. "What are you ashamed of!"
Akira still refused to look his sire in the eye.
"I see." The knight let him go. "I should strike you now. Do you understand the consequences of what you have done?"
The young wolf bit the inside of his cheek and turned his eyes upon the other. The look in his eyes was one of both defiance and strength. Akira was ready for his father's tongue lashing. He was ready to accept his beratement. He knew that he and the princess had engaged in a reckless act. An act so forbidden by propriety and the rest of their society. Though he could truly say, he was not able to control himself nor further deny himself; for he had found pleasure in her body, and bliss in their union. Akira vowed never to forsake what he and his love had undertaken. Not for anyone or anything.
"I make no excuse for what I have done." He stated finally, looking his father square in the eye.
"Is that so?" Regendorf appeared to be boiling over with anger.
"Nor do I regret it."
A heavy hand struck him across the right cheek.
"Insolent boy." His voice growled. "How dare you. Have you no shame? You have brought havoc upon this society and have disgraced the Earth Clan."
Akira attempted to open his mouth but shut it upon seeing his father's look.
"And a child as well"
A look of confusion graced the young pup's face.
"Do not tell me you are so stupid and irresponsible you didn't know?"
"Child?" Akira blanched.
Regendorf stormed away from the boy, barely able to restrain himself from giving his son a sound thrashing. He grabbed his liquor off the table, gulped it down and slammed the glass shattered on impact and bits flew everywhere. He squeezed his fist tightly, contemplating what plans needed to be made.
"I'll ask you once more. Do you know the consequences of your actions, Boy? Not only have you consummated an illicit union, you have brought a child forth from that union."
"What's wrong with that!" Akira hollered suddenly. "I love her and she loves me…What have I to be ashamed of!" He was no longer able to hold his tongue.
"Foolish child." He began to pace back and forth. "When did this occur?"
Before Akira was able to answer his father abruptly cut him off.
"Never you mind." Regendorf dismissed. " If she is already showing signs of pregnancy, by my calculations…a month and a half." He paused, then shook his head and turned towards his offspring. "No...since the child is partly wolf…I estimate three weeks ago.."
Akira remained silent.
"I figured as much. You face gives you away." He turned back away. "It clear you are truly ignorant of yours actions. Do you know what kind of damage control I'll have to do?"
Akira attempted to speak once more.
"Hold your tongue. I'll here not another word from you!" He threw his hand out in dismissal. "Get out of my sight before I tear your to bits."
Wolfgang Regendorf took it up himself to call the High Wolf Council to order. He could not determine the remedy to this atrocious act without their aid.
"Yes, I understand. I agree…," he murmured, staring into the monitor. "We must deal with this as soon as possible. I agree."
"Have you considered banishment?" One wolf asked, referencing Akira.
"I had considered it. I don't believe that will resolve the current situation. I have a feeling it will only instill suspicion."
"What do you suggest then?" Another queried.
"I believe it would be prudent to send the princess into hiding until she births the child."
"Would it not be more so to dispose of the bastard immediately?"
Regendorft squared his shoulders. "I believe that would bring Her Highness undue harm and emotional distress. It is something I prefer to avoid."
"Very well…We shall deal with the child at its birth. We will be sending an emissary to act on our behalf during her gestation period."
He nodded in agreement. "Very well….It's agreed that the princess shall be sent away." He got up. "The child will be disposed of." Mercy on its unborn soul….
A/N: Again let me remind you that, I appreciate reviews. So don't be shy. I had fun writing this chapter.