Fated In Fang And Fur
It was massive, with enough luxurious rooms for every leader and their entourages.
Ronan got one of the bigger suites on the upper floor. Heavy wooden doors, a massive bed draped in deep red fabrics, a fireplace already roaring. Lira followed him inside, shaking rain from her hair. She’d been quiet since the garden, but she knew better than to ask too many questions. He poured them both drinks while the storm raged outside, lightning flashing through the tall windows.