Bianca
I stood in the center of the room I’d chosen for the nursery.
It was a modest-sized room, perhaps not large enough or grand enough for the future prince or princess of the Lycan kingdom, but I hadn’t chosen it for its size. I’d chosen it because of the large arched windows that faced east, allowing the morning sun to wash across the marble floors.
And I’d especially chosen it for the view.
Many rooms in the Thorne palace had lovely views, everything ranging from the distant mountains to the west and the sprawling, glittering ocean to the south. This room, however, didn’t look out over any of those views.
It looked out over the courtyard below.
“Are you sure this is the room you want?” Zelda asked, running her finger across the windowsill and grimacing when a
