The lycan king’s regret
I bowed and turned to leave.
“The bow isn’t necessary,” Kaelor said.
I paused. My chest heaved.
“Yes, Your Highness,” I said, leaving the dining room.
I strolled around the palace, admiring the art galleries. Everything was beautiful, but one particular painting stopped me—a lady in a purple dress, elegant but sorrowful.
“Do you love art?” an old man asked, startling me.
“I do,” I replied.
“This lovely lady in purple is Princess Elizabeth. She died before becoming queen. Some say she was too weak, an omega. Others claim she was poisoned after Priness Sabriel child dedication.” he explained.