Raven
The throne room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, despite the fact that Lycans filled every available space. Buttery yellow sunlight spilled through the large stained glass windows, casting patterns of deep reds and golds across the stone floors.
I had only been in this room during the daylight once before, when the King had informed us of Serena’s misfortune. ‘My’ misfortune. But it had been such a whirlwind that I hadn’t had the opportunity to realize just how beautiful this room was.
The King sat in the large marble throne, his golden crown perched neatly on his head. He wore a silky golden doublet beneath a trailing black cloak, and held a crystal-encrusted sword across both knees. He looked like something out of a painting, or a medieval movie.
But it was r
