“Stay out!” Aurelia Delensar screamed, her voice trembling like a dying sparrow’s cry. To her, being taken back by Queen Isolde to marry the brutal Lycan chieftain was nothing short of a death sentence. The young princess couldn’t fathom how the Silver Knights had found her. She had fled so far, so carefully.
Outside the door, a knight’s voice, smooth and polished, rang out. “Your Highness, rest assured, we will wait until you’ve finished your ablutions. Your safety is our utmost priority. I am Sir Charles Farman, First Honor Guard of the Royal Vanguard. You may call me Charlie.”
He introduced himself with practiced courtesy, aiming to soothe the frightened princess. But Aurelia found no comfort in his honeyed words. Her attention snagged on one detail—“we.” There was more than one knigh
