DEREK'S POVI decided to attend to the files since I was unable to see Imelda. Hopefully I'll get to see her during breakfast and talk to her. Ever since Eric woke me up from my dream, I couldn't stop thinking of her. Thoughts of her have been in my head and I kept wondering what it would feel like to really touch her and not just dream about it.I flipped through the files, frowning. The elders wanted the rogue wolves dead but I saw no need for that. We needed slaves and they could come in handy if they were captured."Why didn't you object when they were talking about it yesterday?" Darren rolled his eyes, and I frowned."They only talked about getting rid of them, not killing them.""If you really think that getting rid of them meant capturing them then you're really dumb for a Prince," Darren sassed and I huffed, rolling my eyes."Well, I'll do the right thing since the rest of them basically don't know the best choice to make in situations like this." I grabbed my pen and signed

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the estate. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as I anticipated the evening ahead – a dinner with Derek, a man whose presence sent a cascade of emotions through me. The maids, with their gentle smiles, led me to the opulent dressing room, where an array of exquisite dresses hung like colorful dreams.The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers as the maids prepared a bath for me. Warm water embraced my skin, and fragrant petals floated delicately in the tub. The maids moved with a grace that mirrored the dance of the evening breeze, ensuring every moment of the preparation was a symphony of care.As I soaked in the fragrant waters, a sense of luxury enveloped me. The maids, with hands soft as a summer breeze, bathed me in scented oils that transported me to fields of blossoming flowers. Their laughter echoed in the room, turning the simple act of preparation into a celebration of femininity.Onc