Maravelle had laid out the perfect plan on a silver platter. She had personally ensured he was drugged and vulnerable. All that foolish girl had to do was slip into the room and play her part.
Instead, she had ruined everything, and ended up in bed with goddess knows who, dragging their entire plot into the gutter, and becoming the laughingstock of the entire castle.
A soft knock came at the door.
"Get out!" she snapped at whoever was at the door.
"Forgive me, Your Highness." Chamberlain Ysara's voice came from outside. "I know you asked not to be disturbed, but this is important. It concerns the Lady Lara."
"Come in," she ordered.
The door opened, and Ysara stepped inside.
"What is it?" Maravelle asked impatiently.
Ysara lowered her voice.
"Concerning the investigation you requested on the girl. I just received word that, the Lady is Wolfless."
Maravelle's eyes narrowed.
"What?"
