MARIGOLD POV

If someone had told me two weeks ago that my life would become a soap opera staged in the middle of a royal circus, I would’ve laughed and ordered another cocktail. But here we are—banquet disasters, rogue invasions, near-death experiences, and one very broody Alpha nearly kissing me in a hallway like I was some damsel straight out of a bard’s love song.

Oh, and let’s not forget the council grilling me like I was a fish fillet at some royal barbecue.

Honestly, what was my ...