Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother
“How did you meet?”
Enid’s face softened with the memory. “We met in the town I grew up in. He was a merchant, always passing through with his goods. At first, it was just stolen glances, small smiles. I wasn’t sure if he even noticed me. But one day, he came up to me and offered me the most beautiful flower, something rare from a werewolf Pack. I was shy, but he kept coming back, always with a small token or a story. It didn’t take long for me to fall in love with him.”
I smiled at the image of a younger Enid, timid yet falling for a man with such simple, genuine gestures. “That’s beautiful. So, what should I do for Olivine? How do I show him I care?”
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