Atlas
I walked into Seraphine's room without knocking because it was already slightly open when I got there.
My mother was seated so close to her, her hand over her shoulder as she rubbed her back, consoling the crying princess. My father, on the other hand, stood at their side, face as hard as a rock.
I scoffed at the scene.
What kind of dramatic display was this? And why was Seraphine crying like all the wolves in her pack back home just lost their lives?
“You sent for me,” I said, voice stiff and unshaken by whatever they were trying to display. I didn’t have time for whatever this was, and I only wanted to get back to my business, which was dealing with Vivienne.
“You rascal!” My mother was the first to raise her voice. “Are you too blind and cold-hearted to see that your fianc
