CHAPTER 13
AVA'S POV
Draken was standing there. He didn't step down, and he didn't intervene. I felt him. I knew why; if the King had to defend his mate during a simple etiquette lesson, the court would view it as a weakness. But the mate bond flared. I could feel Fenris pacing violently inside his chest, a feeling of frustration vibrating in my own ribs every time a noblewoman sneered at me.
“He's watching,” Ash whispered inside my head, her ears pricking up. “Don't let them break us. Show them what a Southern wolf can do.”
I took a slow breath, forcing the feeling down.
Lady Morgana leaned back, a smug look settled on her face as she tapped her ledger. “Let us try something more practical, since the history seems... foreign to you. Ava, if a severe winter food shortage struck the ou
