Long tables overflowed with roasted meats, fruits, bread, and goblets of spilling wine.
Drums thundered while dancers swayed, their movements both graceful and fierce. Laughter clashed with music, turning the night into a storm of noise, fire, and plenty.
Thornak sat at the high table with Sovereign Marcellus, and Maravelle.
The rest of the royal family sat with them enjoying the celebration.
Thornak held a gold cup in his hand, but he barely drank.
Now and then, he nodded to the Alphas and lords who raised their drinks to him. Most of the time, though, his eyes stayed on Lara, where she sat with Iris and Jasmine.
The hall was full of loud laughter, cheers, and music for the feast, but Thornak barely noticed it. He was the King, and this was his party. Still, he knew his grandfather hadn't just shown up by accident.
Thornak had to keep Lara's true royal bloodline a secret for now. It was the only way to keep her safe.
