Third Person.
The former queen wore a kind smile as she looked at her grandson, Alpha Prince Reagan. From her twinkling eyes, it was not hard to guess her mood. She was happy. The hardest person to please wore a stretched smile on her face, a smile which actually reached her eyes. For a moment, it almost seemed out of place.
" Here, drink this!" She smiled happily as she served the aromatic tea to her grandson, a dotting smile tacking the corners of her lips.
"Why do you look so thin, grandson? Have you been eating well? " The former queen asked, as she surveyed her grandson, concern lasing her very words. Thanks to the fabulous werewolf genes, she still looked younger than her actual age.
" I should be asking you the same question, Your Majesty. Are you well?" Reagan's voice was fl
