“Lady Jenna, you won’t believe it!” Maren’s voice bubbled excitedly as she tugged Jenna through the long hallway. “The palace is glowing. The florists won’t rest until every corridor is drowned in lilies and roses. And the cooks, by the goddess, the feasts! The entire palace smells of honey cakes and roasted meats already.”
Jenna forced a smile. Her hands skimmed the silk of her gown as she walked, but her eyes were distant. She should have been glowing too, soaking in the joy, the anticipation. Instead, her chest felt tight, her wolf restless.
Maren clapped her hands together. “The musicians arrived this morning. Fiddles, drums, even a harp, Alpha Kaelion really thought of everything. The palace has never looked so alive.”
Alive. The word stung. Jenna whispered, “It’s beautiful.”
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