Third Person POV
When Simon entered the room, he wasn’t prepared. Not for that. Not for her.
He had seen many things in his life—hell, he'd done worse. Raised not in the golden lap of the castle but among the brutality of the world, Simon was no stranger to horror. His parents didn’t believe in keeping him sheltered. His royal blood didn’t buy him an easier path.
His mother, Queen Sofia, had been raised an orphan, branded an omega, and tormented by a pack ruled by a tyrant Alpha. She knew suffering firsthand, had fought tooth and nail through every year of adolescence, scraping by with dignity and rage as her armor. His father, King Vaden, had claimed the throne with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes at just nineteen. Both of his parents were murdered by vampires. Simon had grown
