The Witch and the Werewolf
King Harold had planned a big dinner celebration with dancing and music around the fire. Everyone was in a festive mood, the kids were running and screaming. Marcus quickly made friends, of course it helped that he was the newest prince. Flowers adorned the hall and fiddlers danced about during dinner. Harold was glowing with his son by his side, laughing and talking. Baron appreciated how everyone felt comfortable around his father. In a ceremony that would have been done when he was a babe, Harold claimed him as his son and his children as his heirs. The crowd cheered and as the full moon peeked out of the clouds they went on a wolf run. Adella stood watching them go and then she felt Marcus take her hand. “Let’s go see Iris.” He pulled her up the stairs and into her room.
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