Chapter 7

Celia

After everybody had left me to my thoughts, I got up from the chair and marveled at my reflection.

I had never known I could look so beautiful or elegant.

All my life, I had just trained hard, wearing soil stained and sweat soaked clothes to fight. But when my own mother had taken a hit, I had not been strong enough to fight the werewolf.

The memory made me curl my hands into fists. I was not going to be weak…ever again.

So, I painted my lips the color of murder and planned my next move.

A soft knock on the door made me turn around.

It was yet another maid.

“My lady, your presence has been requested at the feast.”

My lady?

I raised an eyebrow in suspicion but she stood with her head bent low, waiting for me to walk toward her.

“I am not your lady. I…I don’t know what you are supposed to address me with. Probably the prince’s personal slave…”

I added carefully, waiting for her reaction.

But she only pursed her lips nervously.

“The prince had asked all of us to address you like t