Back at The Royal Wraith Pack:
Princess Elara’s POV:
The royal court hummed with quiet deliberation as I sat at the round table with the elders, reviewing tax revisions for the coming season. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the stone walls, and the scent of aged parchment and ink lingered in the air.
And just then—
The heavy oak doors groaned open.
All eyes snapped toward the interruption.
A guard stood at the threshold, his armor slightly crooked, breath uneven as if he’d sprinted here.
He didn’t even knock. How dare he?
“Elders,” he greeted with a stiff bow before his gaze flickered to me. “My princess.”
“I believe you’ve lost your manners.” I exhaled sharply through my nose. “Or is it that you fail to recognize the weight of matters being discusse
