TRISTAN'S POV
The royal castle of Wyvernia hosted over fifty rooms, double that number of baths (for a reason Tristan would never understand), a tenth that number of hidden chambers and a maze of corridors. Add the vast courtyard, the guards/servants quarters at the back along with the sprawling grounds and you'd have a very gratuitous abode for the crowned bastard of the continent.
You'd think that with all this conducive choices for a top tier meeting of alphas that at least there'd be a hall with a penthouse view set aside. You know, one with slivers of moon strimming in, bird's view of the estate and maybe a little dose of fresh air.
But no. Not even close. Instead they had to go underground to the dungeons. Like over ten floors deep into the ground. Among scuttling rats and burrowing leeches.
