(Siena’s POV)
The banquet hall once again hums with excitement, the gentle clink of crystal glasses intertwining with melodic laughter and happy murmurs of celebration.
Warm golden candlelight bathes everything in a soft glow, reflecting brightly against polished silverware and delicately arranged centerpieces. The scents of roasted meats, spices, and fresh bread linger warmly in the air, comforting and inviting.
Yet, despite the joyful atmosphere, my heart aches quietly in my chest.
Sitting here, among my warriors instead of in my rightful place beside Raiden at the head table, is a profound reminder of my rejected status.
My fingers tremble slightly as I refill elderly Marcus' water glass, forcing a gentle smile as he murmurs his thanks. Around me, my packmates rad
