Chapter Forty One: Concubines

"Milady, uhm… would you like to eat in the terrace again? Something important came up suddenly so His Highness cannot join you." Elijah was hesitant in his suggestion, sounding apologetic as he explained the dining arrangement to Roselle.

Roselle who was about to take her seat halted but she forced a smile on her face to assure the butler. "It's alright, Elijah. There is no need to transfer places. I am fine with dining right here. It's not like this is the first time I'm going to eat alone," she replied when someone's voice echoed, pulling their attentions.

"Would you mind if I join you, Lady Roselle?" Roselle whipped her head towards the source of the voice, and an elegant grey-haired lady was smiling, approaching her. This was the first time Roselle saw a grey-haired Werewolf.

They said that the major indicator that a Werewolf was old and ancient was their grey hair. The woman walking towards her was still very beautiful and elegant, exuding a regal aura of probably a queen dowager