~Lyra~
According to the tiny surveillance camera I’d quietly installed in the EPD conference room a few days ago, there was a private gathering happening in there right now.
A few of Lycan royals—faces I’d seen only once at my wedding to Kael—along with Marcus, Kael’s uncle, and Kara, the head of combat operations, were clinking glasses of red wine.
Laughing, celebrating, as if they had just won the lottery.
“That rogue prince is still too young,” one of them sneered. “He really thought hosting some righteous trial could get him the throne? He's just a blood-stained punk—what does he know about trials or politics?”
“You’re absolutely right. He even trashed all our old trials and pushed me aside. And now? Look where he landed!”
“It’s just a pity about the King... The royal reputation
