"The moment a king chooses, the world must accept it… even when it shatters pride and power."
The silence inside the Blackwood great hall became suffocating.
Hundreds of eyes stared at the strange scene unfolding near the stone pillars. Warriors, elders, noble families, and servants alike watched with equal disbelief.
Prince Ariel Silvermoon stood directly before Isolde.
A servant.
A girl many of them had barely noticed before.
Yet the Lycan prince looked at her as if she were the only person in the room.
Isolde’s hands trembled at her sides. She could feel the heat of his presence, the quiet storm of power radiating from him. The air itself felt heavier, charged with something ancient and dangerous.
Her wolf stirred again.
Not timidly.
Hungrily.
It pushed forward in her mind wi
