I settled into the plush armchair, surrounded by stacks of dusty tomes and flickering candlelight. The silence of my chambers was a welcome respite from the intense encounter with the Lycan king. After his unsettling declaration, he had abruptly ordered me to eat to my fullest, his voice dripping with an unnerving intensity. I was relieved when he departed, leaving me to breakfast alone.
Eating under his scrutinizing gaze would have been impossible. His presence seemed to suck the air out of the room, making every breath feel like a struggle.
Isabel had returned thirty minutes later, her warm smile a beacon of comfort. She escorted me back to my chambers, and I couldn't be more grateful.
Now, as I delved into the voluminous history books Isabel had procured for me, my mind wandered back
