EMMALINE
Phobos lips part. I've never seen that look on his face before. It's more than just surprise or shock, it's fear. Phobos is fearful of whatever my father signifies in his mind. He knows exactly who my father is. He probably knows more than even I do about the man that claims me as his child. I see his lips move as if he were about to say something only to be interrupted by the doors. The painting rooms doors swinging open allows the courts messenger to enter with haste. The werewolf appears young. Dressed in armour like he is ready to be thrown into the thick of war. Black hair chopped short against his scalp.
“Speak.” Phobos commands.
"Forgive me, my prince. Your brother, the crowned prince, requests your presence at once. The kingdom of Vetus Valglares has come to pay the c
