The Lycan King's Bride
The witch waved her hand off, “Both the boy and the girl are very well and eat like gluttons. The boy will probably be kept hostage for a month or two before being released and the girl will have to earn her keep.”
Laylin sighed in relief before furrowing her brows in confusion, “Wait, how are you the Marqius of Balijour?”
If she was a witch from Sarang, did it make sense for her to a noble in Rakhbar? A wealthy infamous noble at that!
Snorting, she rolled her eyes. Laylin frowned, on her offhanded behavior, “I’m not. I’m impersonating her. I’m Berilla, your youngest Aunt from Sarang.”