It took me some time to get used to the layout of the castle.
Elias and I eventually found our room at the very top floor, and it had an incredible view.
For miles, there was nothing but forests and open land—a perfect landscape for a werewolf pack.
I was standing out on the balcony, admiring the scenery, when Elias stepped out from the bathroom.
He came out onto the balcony, slipped his arms around my waist, and leaned them casually on the railing.
“I was looking around earlier. Turns out, this room wasn’t the King and Queen’s—it actually belonged to their eldest child. Always has,” Elias said.
“Well, I suppose that makes sense, doesn’t it? I’m the Queen’s firstborn,” I replied.
“You’re the Queen now,” he said.
“Not while my mother’s still alive. That title belongs to her,” I said
