Leila stood in the grand council chamber, her hands clasped behind her back to hide their trembling, as five elderly werewolves, the Lycan High Council, stared at her with varying degrees of skepticism."Princess Leila," Councilwoman Vera spoke, her voice sharp as cut glass. "You've been absent from the realm for eighteen years. What makes you think you're qualified to take on royal duties?"This was Leila's third council meeting in as many days, and each one felt like a trial."I may have been absent, Councilwoman, but I'm here now," Leila said, keeping her voice steady. "And I'm willing to learn.""Willing to learn?" Councilman Gerard scoffed. "A princess should not need to learn basic protocol. You should have been raised with it.""That wasn't exactly her choice," Darius interjected from his position beside his father's throne. "She was kidnapped…""We know the story, Prince Darius," Vera cut him off. "But sympathy does not qualify one to rule."King William's hand tightened on th
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