Lorelai lifted her head and closed her eyes as she felt the evening breeze envelope her face with its refreshing cool embrace.
After several hectic days ending up with an unpleasant council meeting, she felt that she needed some time alone to clear up her head and get a hold of her own emotions.
As she slowly walked through the gardens around her quarters, the princess could not help but feel a strange pressure compressing her chest like a thorny vine.
Rhaegar.
Her mind kept returning to him whenever she had a break from her daily chores and before she knew it, her head was filled with the images of the lycan king in his mighty black wolf form, fighting his enemy with the rage of an untamed beast.
