Reina’s POV
Our helicopter landed before a magnificent gold and creamy white painted castle. The environs were vast with perfectly lawned grass, the pathway sides, designed in round and curvy styles, edged with beautifully trimmed flower trees.
This was the palace I belong to. No. To the convent I belong.
I felt quite nervous but also thought maybe I shouldn’t because I wouldn’t have to live here and be bothered by royal customs and traditions. Having been a nun, I’m used to a closeted life, no luxury, no comfort. I preferred a life of prayers until Julian came into my world, now I wish to stay where I would be seeing him daily.
As he helped me out of the helicopter, grabbing my wrists, my wolf twisted. The palace entrance door was flung wide. The royal guards stood on two rows, the
