Kenneth
As we rode back to the lands of the Ice Kingdom, I kept my arm around her small frame. My mind was still on the mark I had seen on her, in all the years I have lived and become the king I had learned a few things. And I knew what that mark meant.
It was the beginning of a mating mark which meant she had found her mate. I looked down at her, she was nestled against me, trustingly. The mark that I had seen on her behind was a soft burn, a little circle. It appears only when the wolf touches his mate intimately. As far as I knew I was the only one who had touched her, but then I didn’t know everything, did I? I didn't even know her full name. I had found out about her disguise only a few days ago. And above all that, there was the matter of the claiming mark that would’ve appeared
