The grand halls of the Lycaon Palace may be filled with servants and guards at every corner, but it was as quiet as a graveyard could be with the workers not allowed to dawdle or tattle unless they were ready to lose their jobs. Only in certain areas like their quarters where they're allowed their privacy to gather in twos or more and talk in whispers, secrets, and scandals of noble Lycans but careful not to get caught. Now, it was about the Crown Prince, and the Werewolf hunter believed to now bear the mating mark of the future King. Some even went far as to assume she was pregnant to explain her presence in the Palace.
The mark wasn't visible to the naked eyes as it healed up soon after. Still, gossips of what had transpired in the island had traveled to one servant and from one servant
