LYDIA'S POV 

　　The day of my father's funeral arrived, casting a sombre pall over the kingdom. As the Betas, Evan and Branden took charge of the proceedings, introducing each noble in attendance with a solemn reverence befitting the occasion. I stood by their side along with my mother, my heart heavy with grief and my mind clouded with thoughts of my father's untimely passing. He doesn't deserve this, I don't deserve this.

　　As the procession began, the air was thick with sorrow, a discordant note shattered the solemnity. A drunken noble I knew as named Jason Hudson stumbled forward, his words slurred and his demeanour brazenly disrespectful. I watched in silent rage as he approached my father's coffin, his mockery a slap in the face to my family's honour.

　　"Farewell, Rufus," he jeered, his laughter grating against my ears like nails on a chalkboard. "The kingdom is better off without you and your weak rule!"

　　I gasped and I felt my mother clenching and unclenching her fist while I gritted my teeth.

　　My blood boiled at his insolence, the fury rising within me like a tempest threatening to engulf my senses. How dare he defile my father's memory with his drunken ramblings? How dare he insult the legacy of the Carpenter bloodline, forged through generations of sacrifice and service to the kingdom?

　　I longed to unleash my wrath upon him, to silence his vile tongue with a swift and decisive retribution. But I knew that I was bound by the chains of nobility, shackled by the constraints of protocol and propriety. Especially after what I learned about the nobles and the silent game they all are playing with my family. As a member of the royal family, I was expected to maintain a facade of composure, to uphold the dignity of my station even in the face of such blatant disrespect. I wanted to tear him apart but I couldn't do that so, I turned to the guards, my voice trembling with suppressed fury. "Remove him at once," I commanded, my words laced with steel.

　　I was the heir to the throne and I expected that they'll listen and will follow my command.

　　But to my dismay, the guards stood firm, their allegiance not to me, but to the drunken noble who held sway over their loyalty. My anger surged, a roaring inferno threatening to consume me whole. How could they defy my authority, the authority of the royal bloodline that flowed through my veins?

　　My father sacrificed so much for this kingdom, including his happiness and this is how they all are repaying him?

　　I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I struggled to contain the tempest raging within me. I knew that I was powerless to act, constrained by the chains of duty and obligation that bound me to the will of the nobles who held sway over our kingdom.

　　At that moment, I felt the weight of my noble status bearing down upon me, a heavy burden that threatened to crush my spirit beneath its oppressive weight. It was my first direct confrontation with the nobility, a harsh reminder of the precarious balance of power that governed our kingdom.

　　As Jason's insults continued to echo through the hallowed halls of the palace, I felt a seething rage burn within me, a fire fueled by the injustice of his words and the impotence of my position. 

　　He laughed out loud, "They will not follow you, they will never follow you. You think just because you appeared out of nowhere you can claim the throne, then you are wrong. These people will never accept a nobody like you." 

　　A nobody?

　　I used to think that I was a nobody, an orphan, an omega servant of the North Pack but not anymore. That was all a lie. I am so much more, I can be so much more. 

　　As if sensing my unease and rage, Evan's patience wore thin, he stepped forward, his voice dripping with authority as he demanded Jason's departure. 

　　"As the royal beta, I hereby command you, Jason, to vacate the premises forthwith, lest you incur the full weight of the consequences." He ordered.

　　But instead of complying, Jason's insults turned venomous, lashing out at Evan with a viciousness that cut deep. 

　　"Who are you to command me, Evan? A mere pup elevated to the status of beta through sheer luck and nepotism? Do you think you can bark orders at me, a noble of longstanding lineage? Ha! Know your place, boy, before you make a fool of yourself and your so-called princess."

　　Humiliated, Evan gritted his teeth, his fists clenched in futile restraint. My mother held both of our arms to calm us but things were getting out of hand. 

　　Jason caught the gesture and sneered.

　　"I see the so-called Queen is still clinging to her pathetic facade of power, even after her beloved king's demise," he mocked, his voice dripping with disdain as he addressed Kate Carpenter, my mother.

　　Turning his attention to me, he spat, "And you, little princess, thinking you can command anyone with that feeble voice of yours. You're nothing but a puppet, dancing on the strings of your noble masters."

　　His gaze then shifted to Evan and Branden, the newly appointed betas, as he taunted, "And what do we have here? Are two pups pretending to be alphas? You're as weak as your dead king, Rufus. He couldn't protect his own throne, and neither can you."

　　Each insult cut deeper than the last, fueling the simmering rage within me and my companions.

　　The air crackled with tension as I stood there, my heart heavy with grief and anger swirling within me like a tempest. Jason's words cut through the air like a knife, slicing through my defences and striking at the very core of my sorrow.

　　I struggled to contain the primal fury building inside me, but as Jason's insults reached a crescendo, something within me snapped. With a fierce and mournful howl, I unleashed the power of my Lycan bloodline, the sound reverberating through the halls like a thunderclap. I poured all of my feelings in that one howl, showing everyone that I was made up and they can't just walk over me and my family, I might be new here but I am still the royal blood and they will have to learn to respect me.

　　I watched as the nobles representing Jason's faction recoiled in horror, realizing the dangerous truth of my awakening. 

　　I guess, now they knew that I was not the person they could mess with easily. The potential for chaos loomed large, and they moved swiftly to seize Jason and remove him from the premises, desperate to prevent any further disruption to the funeral proceedings.

　　Despite the chaos and confusion, the funeral continued, the sombre mood punctuated by the echoes of my howl. As the ceremony drew to a close, I remained lost in my grief, my heart weighed down by the absence of my father.

　　But in that moment of vulnerability, Evan and Branden approached me, their presence offering a glimmer of solace amidst the darkness. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I looked up to find them gazing back at me with newfound clarity.