The grand hall of the palace was adorned with intricate decorations, a testament to the importance of the occasion. Luxurious drapes hung from the high ceilings, and golden chandeliers illuminated the space with a warm glow. Guests from neighboring packs and distant lands filled the hall, their conversations buzzing in anticipation of the blessing ceremony for the king’s unborn child.
At the head of the hall sat Damien on his ornate throne, his presence commanding and dignified. Elenor was seated beside him, a clear and deliberate message that she was queen, mate, and equal partner to the king. Her calm demeanour was a stark contrast to Scarlett, who sat two steps below them on a smaller chair.
Scarlett’s eyes burned with resentment, though her weakened state left her unable to argue aga
