BLAKE
A soft knock on the door of my room made me open my eyes. The early morning sun shone down on the palace, giving warmth to the room's cold and dark interior. I sat up, stretching my arms and upper back. The wound from the fight has finally healed, and I can do a lot of stretching right now.
The maid knocked once again. I sighed, and I got up, creating a creaking sound on the bed. I walked towards the door and put my hand on the knob, gently turning it.
"Alpha Blake, His Highness and Her Majesty request your presence in the dining hall," she said, blushing like a tomato. She shyly glanced at me and bowed her head. She excused herself after talking and scurried back to the kitchen. I sighed when I realised I hadn't put my shirt on; maybe that's why she hurriedly left.
I closed the
