Catarina
So many times during my conversation with Nara, she zoned out. I could never pick up on her feelings, but I was sure this time I knew what she had been thinking about. Her mate. Nara is 458. Within our clan, most people find their mates by then. And she hasn’t. Knowing I, her younger cousin, had found mine. It was understandable she was lost in thought.
We went to the dining hall. The servants came and asked us what we wanted with our drinks. In the centuries before, they would parade the blood samples in front of us on chains. I was told after mom and dad took over that became a thing of the past. Now it’s treated as the mead the humans drink.
“Princess, I have the halfling’s blood prepared for you. Would you also like a side of beef with it?”
A nice slab of beef sounded appe
