Fiona
After two days of resting, practicing my mental shield, spending time getting to know some of the pack members, and prepping for today’s luncheon, I feel a bit better about how things will go from here.
Just a bit, though, because a wave of nerves still hits me when Ethan and I enter the palace. The overwhelming feeling of everything being large feels just as heavy as it did the other two times I came here.
“Why don’t you live her since you’re the King now?” I whisper, peeking up at Ethan as the guards lining the hallways bow.
“This is more of a historic building now, than an actual home. The King is a title used to appoint a leader who steps in during war, times of unrest, country legal matters, and a few other situations,” he answers, squeezing my waist gently. “It’s a bit d
