"The Prince! It's the Prince's carriage!"
"Your Highness! Welcome back!"
"Prince Kral!"
The carriage slowed to a crawl, and the voices of many werewolves were heard in the distance. Vivian and I lay by the window. Through the glass, a magnificent castle appeared in our eyes.
It is a tall and lofty castle. The dark marble of the castle was solemn and low-key in the Sun, and the Golden Flag fluttered and glittered on the walls. The lycans on the guard towers and walls first saw our carriage. They saluted Kral with weapons in their hands.
Kral is really a popular prince and he is a well-deserved focus. The thought of me being his queen, under everyone's gaze, made me want to vomit like a giant hand clutching my stomach.
"Your Highness!" It was Alen's voice. He could not hide his joy and
