The grand council hall was filled with echoes and power. The Lycan king sat at the head of the broad, oak table, his eyes scrutinizing the faces of his ministers who murmured to each other and were in various states of agitation.
"My king, this decision is unprecedented," Minister Eldric said, his voice hoarse. He was an elderly statesman, respected and feared in equal measure. He was the pillar of all the ministers. "Rejecting Lady Kylie, who has been groomed to be your bride, threatens the stability of our alliances with Minister Blackwood."
Alex sighed, knowing the sorceress would have plotted to blind the minister's mind and work with Kylie's father. The fact that the sorceress and his trusted Minister Eldric were working together did not surprise him.
"I understand the implications, Eldric but my heart cannot lie. Kylie isn't my chosen mate…"
The murmurings grew louder. Minister Lorna, a shrewd woman with sharp eyes, leaned forward.