"The Prince! It's the Prince's carriage!"

"Your Highness! Welcome back!"

"Prince Kral!"

The carriage slowed to a crawl, and the voices of many werewolves were heard in the distance. Vivian and I lay by the window. Through the glass, a magnificent castle appeared in our eyes.

It is a tall and lofty castle. The dark marble of the castle was solemn and low-key in the Sun, and the Golden Flag fluttered and glittered on the walls. The lycans on the guard towers and walls first saw our carriage. They ...