~Dove pov
The guards at the bottom of the stairs accept the flash of my black slip, urging me to find the next set of stairs upward.
My hand slides against the polished banister, my gaze is glued upwards as I marvel at the extent of this incredible palace.
The second floor showcases far more artwork encased in gilded frames. Each are intricately painted, boasting vain portraits of the Alpha's forefathers.
Mercifully less people mill about up here, lounging on pale chaise lounges, drinking from wine flutes, overcome by mirth.As I wander past I kept my eyes averted, not wanting to offend by letting my eyes linger on bare breasts and round backsides, sparsely covered by sheer fabric.
They do not share the same courtesy, glaring at me as I hurry by.
I try not to slip on the ornate rugs,
