The morning sun had barely come in through the clouds, casting a dull glow over the Lycan Kingdom the day after Edgar's execution. It was a quiet, eerie day where everyone in the kingdom carried on with their daily activities with the feeling of death hanging in the air. For many of them, Edgar's death was a symbol of justice that would last for generations while for others especially for those in the castle, it was a heavy burden to bear on their shoulders.
Queen Ava sat by the window in her bedroom chamber, her fingers unconsciously moving around the outline of her swelling belly. She had risen early to watch the citizens of the kingdom move around doing their daily duties. It seemed like the entire kingdom was still yet to exhale collectively after Edgar's execution though they had rej
