The Lycan Prince Maid
When I finished, Maren rose without a word, crossed to a small chest tucked beneath the window, and brought out a mural rendered on cracked, ancient canvas.
The same one she had shown me the day I arrived, though I hadn't seen the full picture in my exhausted state.
It was a mural of warriors of every kind standing shoulder to shoulder beneath a blood-red moon: wolf, bear, Lycan, painted in old, careful detail, and at the very center, a woman with silver-white hair, her hand raised toward the sky.
"Her name was Selene," Maren said quietly.
"The last true Moon-Blood Seer this kingdom knew. I believe, though I can't prove it with anything but an old woman's instinct, that she is the piece of s
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