Damian
"Your highness," Romeo's voice sounded at the entrance of my office. Then the door opened, and he bowed as he walked in.
I nodded and pointed towards the chair in front of me. "Have a seat," I told him, and rubbed my forehead. "I sent for you regarding the Luna selection."
"Yes," he repeated and leaned closer, touching the table. "What is it, your highness? Are you not going ahead with this? If you don't, it will affect the goodwill of the…"
I cut him off with a tap on the table. "That's enough," I muttered and heaved a deep sigh. "I have decided to announce Rosella as my noble consort," I informed him.
His eyes widened, and he jumped to his feet." What the hell are you thinking of doing, your highness?" He demanded and scoffed.
"You have no idea what this will cause in the world. The werewolves hate the humans, and there is no way they would ever accept her," he leaned closer to me and sighed.
