THE ALPHA KING'S CLAIM
In here, the air was cooler and the view was even better, boasting a different angle of the meadows and the mountains.
Prince Elijah, as expected of him, executed a gentlemanly gesture. He pulled Rhea’s chair first and allowed her to sit on it before looking at me.
“Yes,” he said in a heartbeat, but then, he paused and considered something. “Well, sort of,” he continued. “This is a border actually between Phanteon and Ehnrelil, Queen Serena.”
“Ehnrelil?” My forehead creased.
“The realm of the faes. That is why the meadow here has a magical quality to it.”
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