LOGIN(Liora's POV)A little over a week has passed since my arrival in Verkhane.I was beginning to understand why the people of this kingdom spoke of their King with such loyalty.They had a kind hearted King.And they were also kind to each other. Even the lowest-ranking members of the house seemed comfortable approaching their superiors.There was order, but not the suffocating kind I had grown accustomed to.And, perhaps most surprisingly, I was beginning to feel comfortable.Elin and Mara had made that possible.The two young women were among the first people I had met in the royal house, and they had gradually become the closest thing I had to friends. They were both cheerful, though Elin was more talkative while Mara had a habit of making dry remarks that never failed to amuse me.They also seemed to have taken it upon themselves to make sure I was never lonely.On nights when sleep refused to come, one or both of them would sometimes sit with me and talk until the early hours of th
(Liora's POV)The palace was unusually quiet the following morning.I had barely slept the previous night. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the terrible roars that had shaken the palace and the sudden commotion that followed. I had no idea what had happened to the Beast King, and nobody had offered an explanation.I wondered if he was all right.Then I wondered why I cared.He was a King I barely knew, a creature whose reputation had frightened me long before I arrived in Verkhane. Whatever had happened to him was hardly my concern.Still, the sound of those roars lingered in my mind.I took a bath that morning, hoping the warm water would help me feel less restless. Afterwards, I dressed in the simplest of the garments provided to me. It was a lightweight sky-blue dress, with delicate flowers embroidered along its hem. It was comfortable, modest and considerably less extravagant than the dresses I had worn as Queen of Solmora.I was brushing my hair when a knock sounded.“Co
(Liora's POV)A knock sounded at my door the following morning.I had barely finished dressing when Mara entered with a middle-aged man carrying a leather medical bag.“Lady Liora, this is Royal Physician Cedric. His Majesty requested that he examine you.”I stood up.“Good morning, my Lady,” the man greeted me with a courteous bow. “I hope you slept well.”“Good morning.”He placed his bag on the table and gestured towards the nearby chair.“May I?”I nodded and sat down.His examination was thorough but not uncomfortable. He checked my pulse, asked about my general health, appetite and previous illnesses, and examined the bruising around my wrists left by the shackles.“Have you experienced any recent illness?” he asked.“No.”“Any persistent pain? Dizziness? Difficulty eating?”I hesitated.“Occasionally, I experience stomach discomfort. But nothing serious.”He made a note.“And how was your sleep last night?”“Not very good.”“Because of your journey.”I looked down at my hands.
(Liora's POV)“Remove them.”I looked up.The Beast King was watching me.For a moment, I didn't understand what he meant.Then one of the guards approached.He knelt beside my feet and unlocked the shackles around my ankles. Another guard released the restraints around my wrists.The metal fell away.I rubbed my sore wrists, uncertain what to make of it.“Your Majesty…”“You will not be harmed in my kingdom.”I stared at him.The words were simple. Almost reassuring.But I had heard reassuring words before.Alistair had once promised to love and cherish me. He had promised that I would never have to feel alone as long as I was his wife.Five years later, I had been delivered to a monster like an unwanted possession.I remained silent.His golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he shifted in his seat, his enormous frame settling against the throne.“You were brought here under the authority of another King. But that does not make you my prisoner, nor does it give anyone in this kingdom pe
(Liora's POV)The doors to the audience chamber opened.I was ushered inside by two palace guards, their hands firm around my shackled arms. My footsteps faltered as I crossed the threshold, and I instinctively lowered my head.The room was enormous. Tall pillars stretched towards a ceiling decorated with intricate carvings, while enormous windows allowed the fading afternoon light to spill across the polished floor. Several people stood along either side of the chamber, dressed in fine garments and military uniforms.But none of them held my attention for long.My eyes had found the creature seated at the far end of the room.The Beast King.He was in his werewolf form, not wolf form, and he was unlike any werewolf I had ever seen.His enormous frame towered over the throne beneath him. He sat upright on two powerful legs, his massive clawed hands resting on the armrests. Dark fur covered his body, thickest around his shoulders and chest. His broad muzzle, pointed ears and enormous f
(Liora's POV)The journey to Verkhane was long.I spent the first few hours sitting in silence, my hands resting awkwardly in my lap because of the shackles. The carriage moved along uneven roads, occasionally slowing as we passed through villages and trading settlements.I had never travelled this far from the capital.The soldiers accompanying me seemed equally uncomfortable with the journey, though not for the same reasons.They spoke freely whenever they thought I wasn't listening.“I still don't understand why we have to escort her all the way there,” one complained. “We should have been allowed to leave her at the border.”“And let her find her own way to the Beast King's palace?” another scoffed. “You want him to think we deliberately freed her?”“I'd rather face our King's punishment than that creature.”A third soldier laughed nervously.“Keep your voice down. You don't want to offend Verkhane before we even get there.”“Offend them? I don't intend to speak to anyone once we







