Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

This guy was over two hundred years old?! "Jesus Christ... cradle robber much?' I muttered in shock

causing Sansa to scoff in amusement.

"In our way of life, there really isn't such a thing as that, Cassie. Some of these creatures are

thousands of years old. If you want a man your age, you're going to have to go back to earth-"

The moment that she said it, she instantly closed her mouth and froze in her place her eyes wide with

hesitation. "I'm so sorry, Cassie... I didn't mean to...'

"It's okay, Sansa. I'm kind of getting used to the fact that I'm not going to be going home.'

It was the truth. For the most part, I was getting used to the idea I would never be going home, and

though part of me yearned for the freedom I once had, I wasn't going to let it hinder my ability to get

things done.

"Are you sure? I know you have been under a lot of stress lately, and I don't mean to make things more

stressful," she replied as if what she was doing was stressful. Which it wasn't. I had asked her to help

me, but I didn't mean for her to take over. She kind of just did that on her own, and I didn't oppose it.

With a soft smile, I nodded my head. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Sansa stared at me warily before a low groan escaped her. "So what are you going to do? By the look

of you, you're trying to prove a point I'm guessing?"

Glancing down at my clothing, a small smirk crossed my face as I shrugged my shoulders. I had hoped

to show everyone I was capable of being the woman they wanted me to be, and perhaps I had pulled

that off initially but Finn was making it hard this morning to stay focused.

On top of that, I wanted to see Lucas, and couldn't. Not to mention Silas was acting like a weird-ass

mentor right now, which was beyond ridiculous. He changed so quickly from the man he had been and

I didn't know how to handle that.

"I want people to look at me differently than they have over the past few weeks. I don't want to seem

like someone who doesn't know what she is doing."

"But you don't know what you're doing..." Sansa said with laughter as she smiled at me while I rolled

my eyes with my own quick laughter of amusement.

“Yeah, but they don't fucking need to know that."

Shrugging her shoulders, she put away what she was doing prior to me coming in, and placed her

hands on her lap with a sly grin. 'Well, if you want to give them something to talk about I can help you

with that... as well as Trixie. Lord knows that girl loves fashion more than anyone else I know."

“Speaking of Trixie... where the fuck is she?" I was confused as to where the girl had gone after last

night.

“Probably home. After you left last night, she was all out of sorts because she missed your brother. I

told her to take her emotional ass to go see him for a few days and check back in with us when she

was ready."

Hearing how much Trixie loved my brother made me happy. I was glad they had each other because I

cared about them both deeply. The only thing I prayed for was that Pollux's ex-girlfriend didn't give

Trixie too much shit. Otherwise, I'd have to find my way back to put that stupid bitch in her place.

"Well good... I'm sure we can manage without her for a few days."

Again, the sly grin on Sansa's face grew at my words. "Oh, we can... I actually know the perfect person

to call for this, but you may not like it."

The way that Sansa said what she did didn't make me feel comfortable at all. It was as if the person

she was going to ask was going to be more of a complication than they were hoping. I wasn't exactly

sure who it was, but I was intrigued by who she had in mind.

"Okay, then. Who is the person that you're wanting to help us?"

The side, awkward glance Sansa gave as she looked towards the door had me wondering what it was

she was up to, and as if by chance, some fairy godmother had cast a spell a knock sounded at my door

I wasn't expecting.

“I think you should get that,' Sansa replied, causing my mouth to drop open and my eyes to widen

slightly in shock.

“How the fuck did you get someone to knock on my door?"

Again, another smile crossed her lips, and she shrugged her shoulders, looking back down at the

papers sitting upon her lap, nice and neatly put away. She reopened them and pulled them out and

started going over them again.

"If I told you all of my secrets, then it wouldn't really be a surprise now would it?” she replied humbly as

if she knew all the secrets of the world.

Hesitation filled me before I slowly got up and made my way toward the door. My hand hesitated over

the knob. I decided to push forward and opened the door, revealing Freya who stood behind it. I didn't

have the slightest clue what she was doing here, and as I looked over my shoulder back at Sansa, I

saw her staring at me with a wide grin on her lips, and everything suddenly made sense.

"Freya is going to be the one to help me?" The words of astonishment flowed off of me, and as they

did, a scoffing sound came from Freya, who stood directly in front of me.

“Don't act so shocked that I actually know what I'm doing. Yes, I’m not supposed to get involved with

certain things, but that doesn't mean that I couldn't give you a little nudge. Plus, I have money riding on

you. I can't afford to have this fall through."

“You have what?!" I gasped as she pushed past me into the room and I slowly closed the door behind

her. 'Are you saying that you have a bet against me? And with who?”

“Bet against you? No, I have a bet on you. You're going to win all of this without issues. However, some

of the people here think that you'll have a nervous breakdown before that happens and that Solina and

her brother will take over instead. Of course, I know that won't happen, and I'm not supposed to get

involved because, technically, that would be cheating, but it doesn't mean that. I can't exactly give you

the proper advice to take whether you choose to or not."

Still dumbfounded, I struggled to try and understand what she was talking about. I was named the heir

apparent. There was nothing to win. The throne was supposed to be metaphorically mine, even though

we all knew that Odin would never step down, nor would he ever die, so it wouldn't ever exactly matter.

But still, it was mine to hold.

So what was I supposed to be winning?

"I can't lose anything. The throne, or the title at least, is actually mine. So what are you talking about?" I

asked after I had a moment to try to process what she was telling me. Hopefully, she would give me

some clarity instead of the riddles that she usually threw out.

As Freya walked around the room and then casually took a seat on the chair across from where Sansa

was sitting, she let her arms rest upon the arms of the chair and stared at me with nothing but

amusement lingering in her eyes.

“Did you honestly think that's how this works? If for some reason you're seen as unfit and unable to

take that title, Odin will be forced by our laws to give it to the next person in line, which would be Solina

and her brother, and the majority of us would not like to see them there. However, those are some of

the people that are betting against you, so it's best that we make sure that you do win."

Dumbfounded once more, I found this bit of information to be quite important, considering that I didn’t

know it and as I cast my gaze toward Sansa. It was obvious she didn't know this either. In fact, she

seemed more shocked than I was at what Freya was saying.

“So in other words, I’m taking it that it’s a good idea that I had called upon you to come help us.*

Freya turned to Sansa with an even wider grin and nodded her head.

"I will admit, I had thought that it would be Cassie that called upon me. But having you by her side as

her advisor, it was very wise of you to do so," Freya replied with still the amusement hiding within the

depths of her eyes and the smile upon her face. She was a little more confident than I would have

liked, and all of this information would have been nice to know ahead of time. But what got me the most

was the fact she found everything amusing, something I was slowly trying to get used to, even though it

annoyed me more than ever.

"I'm not an advisor," Sansa replied with a small bit of laughter. "I'm just helping my friend out.*

"Oh." Her smile fell just slightly. "I'm afraid that would be a little inaccurate. You are her advisor. Slowly

but surely, she’s putting her team together and you're on that list, as is Trixie. She will need strong

people by her side, and I thought you were already aware of this when you guys had to go to the ball

together, that you are a team and those positions have been given to you. Granted, of course, she has

to win her title in order for you to keep them."

If it wasn’t one thing, then it was another. And as Freya continued to explain to us that there were

certain ways things had to go, I realized I had more work cut out for me than I actually wanted. But this

was all for the best. I was determined to show them that I could be a woman that was worth fearing,

and they were going to learn their place with me one way or another.

By the time this tournament was done, three men would know exactly where they stood with me and

two other people would know to cower before me.