Adolfo was asleep on his chamber. He was tired. Tired from thinking about his father's words. But deep inside, he was also glad that his father was not mad at him. However, he just could not accept that he was marrying someone else.
“I'm sorry, mother. I'm sorry, princess. I'm sorry, father.”
“Why are you saying sorry? Is it wrong to fall in love? Or is there something I don't know, son?”
“Yes, father. You are right. I am seeing someone. I have fallen for someone of our kind. We've met in the river. He was always hiding in the old oak tree on the other side of the river, in the land of brown-red wolves.”
“I see. Is it a female wolf?”
“I… fell in love with the same s*x and not the opposite, father.”
“His name is Ergon. He is the son of the king of Dravia, father. I love him, but
