The Lycan King's Sacrifice Luna
Beatrix, the head maid, turned and smiled warmly at me.
“Good morning, my lady. You seem particularly bright today,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
“I am, Beatrix. I’m going out to the garden with Irish, and I need your help to prepare a picnic basket. Can you also gather some of my favourite books? I want to enjoy the sunshine and maybe lose myself in a good story.”
Beatrix nodded, already bustling around the kitchen. “Of course, my lady. I’ll make sure to pack some sandwiches, fresh fruits, and a bottle of that special lemonade you like.”