Damien
"I've had enough rest for two days now, so when will the rest of the competition start?" Varak whined as I walked into the royal hall.
Only the lords and a few werewolves were in attendance when I entered. Things had been quieter since Angelica was on lockdown after the stunt she pulled three days ago.
If not for her father's position as one of the lords, I would have stripped her of her title as the proposed Luna queen. Her behavior was unacceptable, and she had no right to go after Rosella.
As I walked among the lords, they all stared at me and murmured to one another. I frowned, wondering what they had to whisper about.
Bunch of fools, I must say.
"Your Highness," Romeo bowed as I approached the golden chair at the center of the room. "We've been waiting for an hour," he added, clearly hinting at my lateness.
I ignored him, pretending not to hear a thing.
"When is it starting?" I asked.
