Vira’s POVI sat inside the dark velvet carriage with my hands folded over my mother’s brass seal, feeling the heavy wooden wheels turn over the smooth white stones of the palace courtyard. The grand entry gates had opened wide for us under the royal seal of the Grand High King, but as our carriage rolled to a stop in the center of the outer courtyard, the air outside grew cold and still.Dozens of noble wolves were standing along the high marble balconies and stone walkways. They were dressed in fine silk cloaks, silver boots, and polished gold necklaces, and they all stared down at our carriage with dark, disgusted eyes. They had expected a weak, begging girl from the northern borders, but instead, they saw fifty heavy riders dressed in dark leather armor trimmed with royal crimson silk surrounding our iron transport.Before the carriage door could even open fully, Gryfyn stepped up to the wooden footboard. He looked like a giant god of dark war, his massive shoulders blocking out t
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