Margaret’s POV
‘I’m Lira,’ Lucy’s lioness said softly. ‘It’s okay, Your Majesty. It wasn’t your fault. It was the circumstances. And you masking me helped me survive. Who knows—had you not done that, we could have been killed by now.’
‘Why do you have a mane when you’re a lioness?’ she asked, curiosity sparkling in her tone—a question I needed an answer for too.
Clara’s calm voice filled the shared space of my mind, regal and grounded. We didn’t have a mane before, she explained. We were golden once. But now we’ve come back… revamped in a way. Elevated from our previous status. We were royal then—but now, we are double royal because of our mate.
Her words rippled through me, heavy with pride and mystery. I didn’t understand completely, but Clara felt my confusion and soothed it with a
