In a room on one of the top floors in the Lycaon Palace was a woman sleeping in one of the beds with blankets dwarfing her as she slept soundly in the center of it. It was the only room that had a connecting door with the Crowned Prince's chamber. Her feminine arms hugged the fluffy pillow her head laid softly on, and a gentle smile was permanent on her lips as her dreams were one to give peace. After having upsetting dreams about chains and sorrow, she finally felt free and at ease after a long while.
In her recent dreams, she had a puppy, which she kept, nurtured, and took walks with daily until it bloomed into a full-grown dog, but it kept evolving and soon seemed more of a wolf, a werewolf even as it grew almost to her height. She wasn't scared but instead felt connected to it as she
