I follow King Samuel with my head held high by sheer force of will. His aura is threatening, dark, and commanding. I refuse to show him how much he affects me. My mother’s mantra of not giving them any reason to punish me plays in my head, but I ignore that, too. I won’t be meek; my pride won’t let me. My attitude has given me trouble before, so I know the consequences, but it’s wrong to downplay myself. I am what I am.
And why is he so angry at me? It’s not like I’m the only one who says this. And none of us will rebel against the throne. We only complain in the hope of a change.
The royal Lycans’ families have ruled for thousands of years, and history is full of kings who stopped caring about the realm. Sometimes, it lasted decades. Either their sons took over, or the kings pulled thei
