I stood before the imposing door at the Lycan king's chambers, its solid oak planks adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures that seemed to dance in the flickering torchlight. The door's dark, polished surface absorbed the light, while iron hinges shaped like twisted serpents supported its massive frame. A heavy, iron knocker in the shape of a snarling wolf's head gazed out, daring unwanted visitors to announce their presence.
My fingers tightened around the folds of my sky-blue dress, its silk fabric shimmering like moonlight against my skin. The dress's fitted bodice showcased my slender figure, while the full skirt fell in soft, flowing folds to my ankles. I felt a reassuring weight in the delicate, crystal brooch at my throat, holding the dress's neckline in place.
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