Alpha King Dimitrio.
Melissa’s expression, though composed, hinted at discomfort. Her large expressive eyes watered when Queen Lupita made the comment. From the gentle rise and fall of her shoulders, I can see her effort to maintain composure in the face of slander. A tendril of hair, having escaped the confines of a knot fluttered slightly as she placed a hand across her chest.
“Queen Lupita!” I seethe, reminding the woman that it is not her position.
“Please…excuse me.” Melissa says, the sheer sleeves of her dress lightly brush against my arms as she walks away. The delicate train of her dress trails behind her, whispering softly with every step she took.
As she walks away, the murmurs of the gathered guests hushes as she passed, their eyes following her with a mixture of curiosity.
