The morning of the death anniversary of Alaric's father, Atlas Thorne, came with a heavy stillness in the air. The palace was quiet in remembering their previous Alpha King.
Inside her chamber, Ayesha stood before the mirror while Leila adjusted the silver sash of her gown. The dress was simple but elegant, its deep shade of blue chosen out of respect for the solemn occasion. Her fingers fidgeted with the fabric as she stared at her reflection.
She looked presentable, yes but inside, her heart was pounding.
Today, she would face Ronan and Luciana. Just the thought of seeing them again made her stomach twist. But then Ayesha knew she should keep her head held high and stayed strong and firm in facing them.
"Mother, is this alright?" Lyra's sweet voice pulled her from her thoughts. The little girl stood in front of her, wearing a white dress with delicate lace at the sleeves. Her hair had been neatly braided, but a few strands slipped free.
