MARIGOLD POV
If someone had told me two weeks ago that my life would become a soap opera staged in the middle of a royal circus, I would’ve laughed and ordered another cocktail. But here we are—banquet disasters, rogue invasions, near-death experiences, and one very broody Alpha nearly kissing me in a hallway like I was some damsel straight out of a bard’s love song.
Oh, and let’s not forget the council grilling me like I was a fish fillet at some royal barbecue.
Honestly, what was my life anymore?
The banquet? Absolute chaos. One second I was swirling my wine like a lady, pretending to enjoy caviar that tasted suspiciously like fish eggs (oh wait, that’s literally what caviar is), the next second? Rogues, teeth, claws, blood everywhere. And me in a silk gown worth more than my dignity
