Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King
For a place rumored to be centuries old, it feels surprisingly modern.
“When you get to the court,” Nysha says, breaking the quiet, “you’ll be assigned your own quarters. You’ll also be allowed to choose your Lardin.”
I blink. “My… what?”
She glances at me briefly, not annoyed this time. “Think of them as personal assistants. Centuries ago, they would have been called ladies-in-waiting. A Lardin helps you bathe, eat properly, dress, and manage your needs. They can also become a friend or confidant, if you want that. It’s what they’re paid to be anyways.”