☉FENRIR
I stared at the council with dead eyes. They were still squabbling over who they thought I would choose as a mate.
But there was only one person in my mind that seemed like the logical choice. This decision would be the death of me.
“My King, what about the girl from House Dane?” Ickabog piped, his nose high in the air. “I think that she will make a suitable mate.”
The tiny woman, Rowena, scoffed at him, eyes full of disdain. “That scrawny girl who can’t even look a mouse in the eye?”
“You’re one to talk, Rowena,” Angstrom said defeatedly.
“In that case, there is always Sigrid from the house—”
“—she will soon have us eating out of her hand!” Spat Tighearnan Gathmore. “I am getting up there in age. I would sooner string myself up than bow to her as queen.”
“Well, recommend s
