The werewolves all began to walk towards the main road which was already decorated beforehand.
A red carpet was draped over the road, along with rows upon rows of flowers that lay on the path.
Some soldiers also distributed flowers to the common people to throw on King Amaury.
One of those flower bouquets fell into Elijah's hand as he stood at the forefront along with Heather.
His golden eyes stared at the flower for a second before he passed it to her.
Heather looked down at the bouquet Elijah had placed in her hands. She didn't know what to say.
Around them the crowd kept growing, hundreds if not thousands of them lining the main road.
Children sat on their fathers' shoulders, women whispered excitedly, and soldiers kept pushing the crowd back to make space.
Despite everything Elijah had learned about the kingdom…
The people looked happy.
'….They all are sick.'
But even in his disgust, Elijah understood them.
