(Author's POV)
On normal days, Jacob might have thrown a sarcastic comment and dismissed her words, but today he did the opposite. He stood up from his throne and started taking decisive steps down the stairs.
Fabian was in tow, holding an umbrella over Jacob's head. He was worried about his grandfather's health and did not want him to step in direct sunlight.
Cynthia stepped aside, uttering, "My liege," her head bowed in respect, as everyone waited for their king to pull down that veil and reveal the much anticipated and hyped offering.
Now standing right in front of the crated cage, Jacob could smell the unique blood a lot more. This was not something ordinary, but exquisite. He held the helm of the silk and, with one dramatic yet swift motion, flung the garment away. A fresh round of gasps escaped everyone's mouth when they saw what was inside those iron bars. Or ... who was inside it.
