King Izaiah POV
It was the day of the event. The event my father pushed me to have. He wanted a queen by my side. I’d tried finding my mate for years, but it was all in vain. He was right. It was time.
I needed to choose a wife, a queen.
When I was younger, I was betrothed to the daughter of the King of the North. But in the war, they all died. I always had a feeling she was my mate. The north had no king or queen after the war. It was still run by the rogues who won.
My father invited a lot of noble men from the north, hoping I would choose one of their daughters. It will expand our rule and help us when we take back the north. I eye-rolled at the thought. I hate these kinds of balls.
“You should get dressed, sweetheart, the guests will arrive shortly.” My mom was always kind. She
