Beautiful gowns spread out on the bed. I felt like a princess from the Lycan nation, which still upheld a monarchy system and often wore luxurious gowns, quite different from our werewolf nation, where we typically dressed like ordinary humans, keeping up with the times.
"So beautiful. Did Alpha Jacob ask you to give all of this to me? Or do I just need to choose one?" I asked.
The two servants looked at me and chuckled, perhaps finding my question quite naive. However, I genuinely didn't know the purpose of laying out all these clothes from the wardrobe basket. Maybe I was supposed to choose one, after all?
