PRAYER

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~~~~Weeks later~~~

"Our Lady Goddess, Moon Goddess, thou in the crescent, full moon. The lady among ladies, Holy be thy name, Holy be thy kingdom. Your desire is done on earth as it is to the promised land. Bless me a mate that as mighty and fearless as I am. Forgive me for my sin as I forgive the people's trespasses. Glorify me with your undying love. These all I ask in your name. 

Latom~"

Prince Alphonso kneels while praying in the coven of the Lady Goddess, becoming one with nature as he speaks the sacred words.

He feels the wind favors him as it blows in his ears like a mother's lullaby. It makes the Prince happy to the response of the Goddess to his devotion. 

The sound of a dead leaf crush by a foot disturbs Alphonso in his restful interaction with the Moon Goddess. His body swift to look at his back, warily. "Who's there?" He asks stridently.

"Son, It is I, your father, Hedery." The King replies gently with a weak smile on his face. The King heard his son's prayers, and he feels blissful to see his son relies on their Goddess.

The Prince stands from kneeling and bows to his father, Hedery. The King walks to his son to close their distance. "Son, you prayed at Midnight since the day you came back home. May I know why?"

Alphonso is bewildered by his father's question. He strokes his nape with his right hand and awkwardly says, "I can't sleep and do things calmly. I keep thinking about my mate. I do not know what to do. I am stressed out." 

Then, Alphonso sighs heavily. The King silently listens to his son's frustration with an open heart. 

"I understand how you feel. Mate comes to you like you are not expecting them. They are the Goddess's greatest gift. I remember the day I met your mother at the ball that my father, your grandfather, held for me on the eve of my birthday. It was magical and mysterious." The King snickers as his face daydream of his past.

He continues, "When the clock ticks to twelve under the night skies, the bright full moon peaks on the clouds as if it witnesses the new chapter of your life."

The young highness observes his father's face, who looks like savoring his memories of his youth with a big smile on his face.

"Dad, how did you know that Mom is the one?" Alphonso asks in wonder even though he already had the idea, but he wants to hear it from his father's perspective.

"I know she was the one the moment I laid my eyes on her. My iris changed its color willingly as my heart slams in my chest hardly. Then, I scent mother's pheromones smell like my favorite expensive wine engrossed me of all the ladies in the ball." Hedery pats his son on his head, shuffling his hair. 

Alphonso mutters, "I hope for the best." 

The King stops shuffling his son's hair and smiles at him confidently. "The Goddess knows best. Plus, you need to take a rest. Because tonight we will welcome your birthday and mate." 

Alphonso nods in agreement with his father. Then, he lifts his head back to the sky. Then he whispers to the wind, "I have faith in you."

Then they walk to the back castle peacefully.

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The sun rises as the unmated ladies, especially omegas, rush in the streets, going to the boutique to claim their dresses for tonight's event. The sound of the running carriage makes the nation seem busy. 

Meanwhile, Minister Kingsley and King Hedery talk about heightening the security of the palace for his son's special day. 

"Your highness, he will finally become a man of what you wished for," Kingsley says proudly. 

The King laughs at his comment and tells him, "AHAHAHA! Kingsley, my friend. We raised him well. I can't wait to hold my grandchildren." 

Kingsley glares at the King's impatience of having grandchildren. "It's too early for that, your highness. He should get to know more about his mate." 

"AHAHAHA! You silly Kingsley! The moment it strikes to twelve. They will crave for each other. Of course! It will be the time they can't control their pheromones. My son will take his mate to somewhere private. I know he will knot his mate take it from me, an experienced Alpha." Hedery wheezes as he laughs out loud while slapping his hand on his lap.

Minister Kingsley did not like the topic because a beta as he can't relate, so he sips the tea. He steals glances at the King, who is turning red. 

"Seriously, your highness. The Prince would not be happy to have children at a young age." Kingsley speaks to the King feeling bitter.

"NO!!! KINGSLEY!!! HE WILL BE HAPPY! I WILL BET MY RICHES ON THIS MATTER!!" The highness exclaims in accord. 

"Whatever you say, Hedery." Kingsley rolls his eyes in annoyance. 

"We will find it out later, Kingsley." Says Hedery with a smirk.

The Prince sleeps on his bed. Little did he know someone is sneaking into his room. Furthermore, his body feels a weight on his chest. He groans as he opens his eyes slowly.

"GOOD AFTERNOON, BROTHER!" Corine greets her brother, lively. 

"What's up, Corine?" Asks Alphonso while yawning. He stretches his hand on his bed while feeling sleepy.

Corine huffs, "Hmph! What's up, your face! YOU SLEPT LATE THEN WOKE UP LATE!"

"I know... I get it. I have to prepare for the ball," Alphonso admits, which makes Corine glad of his sense of awareness.

"Are you nervous?" Corine looks at him in shimmering eyes.

"HELL! YEAH!" He answers as he shoves his blanket to get up from his bed.

"The country is busy to welcome your birthday, Brother," Corine informs him.

Alphonso nods at her statement. Then, he scans his sister.

"You look beautiful on that laced dress, red suits you well, Corine." Alphonso praises his sister to her delight in her brother's appreciation. 

"You better hurry, though," Corine dash to get out of his room while slamming the door to give him privacy.

Alphonso licks his lips as his heartthrobs anxiously. His hand clenches as it trembles. He looks at the mirror, "What a great day!"

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