Lily’s jaw dropped as they approached the grand palace gates. The royal residence stood before them, even more majestic than she had imagined. The royal guards stood in perfect formation, their eyes tracking their every move.
A tall, thin man with graying hair stood at the gates. He welcomed guests with a warm smile. However, when he spotted Zayn, Lily, and their entourage, his expression was stern.
“Alpha Zayn of Obsidian Moon,” he greeted in a clipped tone. “I am Corin, Head Servant of the Royal Palace. May I see your invitation?”
Zayn nodded curtly. “Of course.” He reached into his jacket and produced an elegantly folded parchment, handing it to Corin with steady fingers.
The head servant took the invitation, his eyes scanning over it carefully. His lips pursed, and his eyebrows drew together. Without warning, he raised his hand in a sharp gesture.
“Guards!” Corin called out. “Arrest them immediately!”
