FIONA
Growing up the daughter of an Alpha and then being married to one, I was, to some degree, accustomed to being surrounded by the finer things in life.
Yet, not even that could compare to the splendor of the palace of the Sunglow Court.
High, vaulted ceiling covered in intricate mosaics that must have taken decades to complete, hallways that seemed to stretch for infinity, lined in plush red and purple carpet, large windows of stained glass that caught the fading sunlight and bathed the frescoed walls in a kaleidoscope of colors.
It was like something out of a fairytale.
Everywhere I looked there was another door, another hallway. Like a maze made of gold and silver and diamond chandeliers.
I caught a glimpse of myself in a side mirror. The silver dress brought out the green of m
