Bound to the Lycan King
Now, though, that hope was gone.
The maids took me into a large foyer with a doorway in its center. There stood the Lycan King.
He turned to me, a dark smile blooming across his face.
“Well good morning,” he said, words dripping off his tongue. He waved the maids away.
“You can’t be serious,” I said, skipping the pleasantries. He looked taken aback, but he didn’t lose his smirk.
“Why my dear Mira,” he said, “you’re the one who proposed to me. I don’t know why you would think I wasn’t completely serious.”