"Your Majesty, the number of insane Bloodcursed beasts has increased by 50% since yesterday. It has become even more of an issue," an elder spoke in a worried tone as he stood in the meeting hall of the castle.
Ariana sat beside the king, silent in the main row of seats, watching as he quietly moved his pen, scribbling on the paper. Her presence wasn't just by chance—Zavren had told her to attend for reasons unknown to her. But she knew clearly this was no joke meeting, as it determined the wellbeing of kingdoms and future plans. Even other kingdoms were not supposed to know of it; the people attending were limited. Meaning if any news leaked to another kingdom, all members who attended would die. That was how brutal it was. Yet there she sat by his side, intimidating and cold. Though she had no real explanation for what was happening with the werewolves, something felt wrong about what the man had said.
