The palace ballroom was getting emptier as guests were leaving.
“My dear,“ said a Queen appearing out of nowhere next to Zoriana. “Let me show you your room.”
“Please do not bother, Your Majesty. I am sure one of your servants could show me a room.”
“I insist. Even I am a Queen, I got my privilege through marriage, and you became female Alpha on your own accord. I admire you and want to know you better.”
Something was off, but Zoriana could not deny the Queen's wishes, so she followed her, listening to random talks about the palace architecture until they reached the room.
The room was incredible — specious, luxuriant, but more like looking like a part of a museum than comfy living space.
“Beautiful room. Thank you for your hospitality,” Said Zoriana, ready to bid goodnight, but t
