Dawn.
The brisk wind in the imperial capital city was absolutely spine-chilling despite the now-brightened sky, which indicated daytime. The city was always as lively at night as it was during the day, although major events took place primarily at night.
In the extravagant throne room of the imperial castle, Alpha Alexander was seated on his throne looking enraged. His palm rested against his creased forehead. He had his claws out, expressing his desire to slice someone brutally, and that person was none other than his son.
With a tranquil demeanor, Alina entered the throne, accompanied by her female personal escorts. The escorts stopped as soon as they reached the flight of stairs leading to the throne, and Alina ascended them to stand next to her irate husband.
She called, "Alex," in a calm voice that caused him to sigh in frustration.
As his claws disappeared, Alina smiled. He withdrew his hand away from his brow and drew her to sit on his lap.
