Chapter eight

Mona's eyes, which were blazing with brilliant gold and highlighting the beauty of her innocent-yet-fierce face, were fixed on her reflection in the mirror. She didn't bother to alert any servants for her need to dress, and although she didn't want other people touching her, she always became mute around Caspian.

She scoffed to herself as she tastefully applied bright red lipstick to her full, little lips, pressed them together, and observed the golden glow fade from her eyes. It was difficult for her to conceal her strength and abilities, and she had the impression that no matter how she cast the spell meant to do so, it wasn't powerful enough.

She was surrounded by lycans in the castle, and to make matters worse, Caspian was a lycan king.

"I find this unbelievable." She muttered to herself before getting off of the chair and parting her forehead with her short hair's bangs.

She became Dalerie's ruler all of a sudden. She was a ruler, even though she was just transitory.

She started