From the balcony porch outside of her assigned bedchamber, Jenaveve watched the dusky sky’s brilliant colors fade into a blackening blue as night approached. She had been out on the porch a while, looking out over the vast, rich yards of the palace below her window, because after an hour of sitting inside the room, it just got… too quiet. Staring at the chamber door waiting for a certain Lycan prince to enter just got… too long. Even with the many servants that bustled around to make sure she had everything she needed, the haunting feeling that this room was hers, and hers alone, made the walls feel like they had been caving in on her. It just got… too much.
Rían had been assigned a different room.
Had he requested it?
Isn’t this what I want?
Then why did it feel so wrong?
They share
