Elara POV
It was chilly outside. The evening breeze carried a crisp chill, rustling the leaves as the sun dipped below the horizon. Most people might have retired back to bed, but here I was, sitting majestically on the plush, velvet couch in my chamber with servants bustling around, tending to my needs.
As their future crown princess and their chosen queen, I was among the prominent figures in the pack.
So, my presence was very respected.
One of the servants knelt in front of me, and I had my leg placed right on her knee as she carefully filed my toenails, while another one massaged my back with her skilled fingers.
And beside me, another servant held a delicate tray with a crystal glass of freshly squeezed juice. But despite the comforts surrounding me, my mind seethed w
