Dear Marcello,

I was still in college when you came to my kingdom for the ball. That morning, I remember my father speaking endlessly about you over breakfast your unmatched skill in combat, the sheer force of your lycan power. He was so impressed by you that his words lingered in my mind, leaving me restless with curiosity about the man he admired so much.

That evening, I dressed in the finest gown I owned. I wanted to look my best. When I descended the grand staircase, I felt every eye ...