“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves—say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”
― Victor Hugo , Les Misérables
The next morning, Rose woke up to a banging on the wall between the room and lounge.
“Princess, I know you like to sleep in but we’re expected for breakfast in an hour!” Xavier’s voice was loud and Rose groaned inwardly. She hated waking up in the mornings unless it was for class.
“Do I have to wake up now?” Rose called with a whine in her voice.
“Yes.” Xavier called. “ We have to be on time for breakfast with the three other aligned packs to discuss our own agenda before we have to present it today. I’m coming in now because the bathroom is inside the room.”
Rose grappled to pat down her hair and rub her bleary eyes. He rea
