The Lost Lycan Princess.
Shy in the corner of the room, she is no more than twenty-five years old, with her fiery red hair tied in a high bun, her freckles dancing on her cheeks, her honey eyes that observe me with sweetness and curiosity behind those large black glasses.
I hang my head to the side, waiting for someone to speak, but all there is, is silence. My gaze is fixed on that person, and it only took me a few seconds to know who she was. “Janet, right?”
Her eyes widen, and I see a nervous smile appear as she says, “Your majesty, you know me.”
I smile at her youthful attitude and see that she is genuinely gentle and kind. Parker clears his throat and tells me, “We’re all here because this is your circle of tru
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