Standing in the heart of the mystical forest, encircled by the world's oldest towering trees and sky-high castle walls, is the Royal Werewolf castle. Its ancient architecture can put the present human skyscrapers to shame and its stonework deserves to be charged a ticket for visiting. Enveloped in an aura of mystery and power, it is every kid's dream to be here, standing where I stand right now.
Massive steel gates with gold wolf motifs welcome the guests and I hear my carriage stop with a thud.
“ The invitation?”
The guard speaks and the rogue I bribed enacts his role. Bowing he presents them with the scroll to speak.
“ Princess Emerald from the Southern Highlands, Sirs”
I suppressed a groan, he was overacting now, I told him not to speak anything. One of the guards stares at the scr
