"A pleasure to meet you, My Princess." The Lycan King greeted, while looking intently into Deonisia's eyes.
"It's an honour, Your Majesty." Deon answered in a low voice as she tried her best not to give away her nervousness or embodied the way her wolf was feeling just from the mere touch of the Lycan King.
Deonisia still hasn't gotten over the shock of seeing the king in his pink hair and tattoos. Despite her nervousness and the way her heart palpitating from his intense stare, a certain curiosity bubbled in her as she held his gaze.
"I always thought the princess of the northern kingdom would be beautiful, but you my princess..." King Maxton paused, letting his eyes raked over Deon's form, and he smiled. Despite sensing the tension in the posture of the royal family as they anticipate
