As the king commanded, Lyra marched into his chamber with a lycan female who stood by her side. The lady was dressed in a long milky gown made of silk. Her dark blonde hair shimmered while her makeup reflected the sun that shone into the room.
“Your Grace sent me over here! I am pleased to serve you from now.” the lady, by the name Silvia, uttered with her head lowered that she even stared at her chest.
King Godric, whose eyes were fixated on the letter that Ronan had brought to him, only let out a grunt, nodding. He did not spare them a glance….not even at Lyra.
“Whose daughter are you? How long have you been in the palace?” his demanding voice came low with a touch of curiosity, too. He flipped the letter and placed it on the table, then picked up the roll instantly.
The female sniff
