The fortress was alive with celebration, the base of the mountain was filled with the most important werewolves of the world. The lights were bright, the food and the drink overflowing, and I stood there, quiet as a mouse, following my father obediently as he did his rounds.
Everyone seemed to bask in his glory, showering him with praise and well wishes. They would notice me soon after and my father would proudly show me off.
“My youngest; Vasilisa Rhys.” He would say to them, placing a hand behind my back and urging me forward. “She's betrothed to Hugo Bastian.”
“That’s a shame.” One of his friends would say rather loudly for all to hear. “I’m told that the King is looking for a mate for the Crown Prince Damien, and from what I know, he’s very interested in your daughter.”
Looking up
