~Ioana~
“Her Majesty, Ioana makes her entrance!” I gave a slight nod to the man who stood by the door, who yelled out.
The burly men on either side of the massive door, with taut muscles, pulled open the doors, and the room unveiled itself to me.
I had only one word to describe it with—magnificent.
Towering ceilings, chandeliers, marble flooring so polished the hem of my gown was reflected back at me with each swish, a red rug rolled down the middle from the entrance up to…
The corner of my lips twitched. A semicircle of elderly wolves, one at the center—Elder Thalvorn—staring straight at me with a frown on his face. By his side was Elder Caldren, who glowered. After him was Elder Ysara—she had her eyes closed shut, her face blank. After her was Elder Barion—he eyed me over and over,
