Upon the maid's request, Elsa took a seat in front of the mirror to have her hair brushed and styled. She briefly gazed at her reflection before lowering her head.
Observing the shift in Elsa's mood, Constance couldn't resist inquiring, "My lady, may I ask why? Is there something about the Prince that's troubling you?"
Elsa hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "He claims I'm his mate..." She pursed her lips, unsure whether to voice her thoughts.
"We heard of that. Isn't it a good thing then? A werewolf has only one mate and once they find their mate, they are automatically glued to that person for the rest of their lives. You will have no problem with your husband sneaking out of the house just to go to a brothel and sleep with another woman because it will never happen to werewolf mates," Constance said causing the maids to chuckle.
