Leah's POV
My father’s bedroom was located on the top floor of the castle, offering a commanding view of the entire Court. I had never been summoned to his bedroom before, but I once sneaked in when I was little. To my astonishment, it was relatively small. Mr. Carson found me there. He scooped me up in his arms and gently admonished me for wandering into such a restricted area.
"Why is Father’s bedroom so small?" I asked curiously.
Mr. Carson replied, "A Lycan King never sleeps well in giant rooms."
At the time, I didn't understand what he meant, but now, I began to grasp his meaning.
My father sat upright in his bed, supported by a pile of pillows. The air in the room was thick with the grim scent of decay, a telltale sign of the cancer that had relentlessly gnawed away at his once
