Princess Sheila’s POV
The journey home was quieter than I expected. Lisa remained quiet the whole time, refusing to tell me the details of what transpired between her and Alfredo’s wolf.
“What did he ask of you?” I asked the wolf, who had turned mute towards me, hoping to get a glimpse of their discussion if not all of it.
“He did what we discussed last night,” Lisa said. Her answer sounded like she didn’t want me to ask about it.
I agreed with my thought as I stared through the tinted glass. The blue sky was tinted with ash by the dark windows, with fluffy white clouds. With a low bow, a guard opened the door for me when we got home.
My heels clicked on the ground as I stepped on the mosaic of a rose in front of our house.
My father stood, a smile on his face as he welcomed me hom
