Serenity, "This fabric will be perfect for your skin. It's so soft and cool." A young she-lycan, no older than fifteen, held up a summer dress in my exact size, her eyes bright with excitement. She was holding the dress with utmost care. I shoved another handful of rice crackers into my mouth, watching the scene unfold around me. The living room was overflowing with female servants and designers, all buzzing with energy. Jewelry, gowns, shoes, everything had been laid out before me like offerings. "Is there a more expensive one?" another she-lycan chimed in, gazing at me with open adoration. "Don't be stingy. We finally have an heir." "My Lady, would you like fresh orange juice? Or perhaps cherry ice cream?" I stayed silent, my mind spinning. What kind of twisted game is this? I had gone from being one of the most insignificant people in this world to suddenly being treated like the last hope for their entire bloodline. "What's with that long face, my niece?" Martin's deep
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