Perrin. (Geralt’s Ex-luna)
The royal guard looked me from head to toe and shook his head, “Why do you want to see the lycan king? A werewolf can't just show up, demanding an audience with his majesty and she is just let in. Can I know if you have an appointment with him?” the man kept asking, and if I could smack him out of my way, I wouldn't even think twice.
I released a heavy breath and wiped my forehead with my face wipe.
All the way from the foxes' clan, I reached here, and this idiotic lycan guard wouldn't let me in. I was still fuming as to why and how I didn't get to set my eyes on Geralt and his female secretary, whom he came to the resort with.
I had that feeling he had a thing with that female, but portraying her as his secretary, which was why he had refused to send into my
