I was in my room, trying to gather my thoughts together, when I heard a knock on my door. Before I could invite whoever was behind the door in, Lily, my servant, walked in, bowing her head in respect as soon as she did. "Miss, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but last night, you gave me a task to carry out for you, and I just wanted to inform you that I already went to find the chef you asked for. But the thing is, there's a small mishap," Lily informed. "What is it?" I asked. "So the thing is, there are two men whose names are Greg, and they both work in the kitchen. I didn't know which one you wanted, so I brought them both to you to check for yourself," Lily replied. I nodded, understanding. "Thank you for letting me know, Lily. Please escort them in." I instructed. Lily immediately left the room and returned with two men behind her. Both men bowed respectfully to me, and I could tell they were nervous. They probably think that I had called them to punish them or give them

Third Person Pov Kavan and Jason had a heart-to-heart talk in the quiet night a few miles from the inn where they were staying. Jason thought it was time for them to go home because it had been almost a week since they left the Silver Crest Pack. He was starting to feel stressed about how much trouble they might run into if they delayed any longer, especially since they had left the Pack Council unsure of why they had suddenly left or where they were headed. "We can't stay any longer, Kavan," Jason said, a hint of worry in his eyes. Kavan hesitated; his thoughts were conflicted. "Let's wait just a few more days, Jason. I need to know if Kazia will meet with me, and I don't want to leave just to end up missing her," he pleaded, even though he knew that he was asking for too much. "I understand that you want to meet her, Kavan, but we've been here for far too long, bro, and the longer we wait, the harder it'll be to explain to the council where we went and why we left without sayi

Kazia As we walked into the old-looking inn, the creaking wooden floors under our feet echoed through the dimly lit space. The scent of stale ale and cigarette smoke hung in the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation. I couldn't help but notice the men seated at the open eatery, most looking unkempt, drunk, and rowdy. I hesitated, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over me. Could Kavan really be in a place like this? I didn't know him well enough to judge, but as far as I was concerned, he was royalty, and I had doubts that someone like him, who has been pampered all his life, would have what it takes to stay in a place like this. I leaned closer to Iris, my voice barely above a whisper, "I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, but I really don't think my friend would be in a place like this. It doesn't seem like a place where he can stay," I said, hoping I didn't sound picky. They had no idea that Kavan was royalty, but since I know he is, I really couldn't b

Third-Person Pov Kazia struggled to get rid of thoughts of Kavan as they made their way back to the palace. She kept thinking about him and couldn't help but wonder if she would ever run into him again. She was Murad's pet, and for the time being, her life was centred around him, and the truth of her situation weighed heavily on her. Even if it was for a good reason, she didn't want him to see her lack of passion or excitement. Iris quickly nudged Kazia to bring her back to the present after noticing Iris and Elena's disinterest in her. Iris hushed, "Get yourself together." "Remember, we're on our way to meet Murad, and he notices everything. We can't afford to raise any suspicions." Kazia knew Iris was right. She forced herself to wear a happy expression, pushing aside her inner turmoil. "Thank you for reminding me," she said to Iris, grateful for the timely wake-up call. Elena chimed in, "We need to come up with matching stories about where we went and how we spent our time outs

Third person povThe night passed slowly for Kavan as his thoughts continued to drift back to Kazia. He found himself torn between the duty of being a responsible leader and the longing to see the woman who had captured his thoughts completely. The stars above seemed to mock him as if they held the secrets of his destiny.As the first rays of the morning sun illuminated the horizon, Kavan and Jason prepared to leave the Silver Dawn Pack behind. The air was filled with a sense of finality, and Kavan felt a mix of relief and sorrow as they set out on their journey back home.As they walked through the forest, the weight of the past few days hung heavily on Kavan's shoulders. He tried to distract himself by focusing on the path ahead, but his mind kept wandering back to Kazia and what might have been."Are you alright?" Jason asked, concern evident in his voice.Kavan forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil within. "I'm fine," he replied, his voice lacking conviction.Jason gave him a