YOUR FATHER WANTS YOU DEAD

ELODIE'S POV

His reaction was nothing like I had expected. He let go of my waist and turned his back on me.

"You are free to prepare your own food. You don't need my or anyone's permission. Just ask the maids to give you the space and time you need."

I beamed slightly.

"You can leave," he mumbled and went back to his seat.

"Thank you for understanding, Your Majesty," I bowed and happily left the room. I didn't expect he would understand. I thought he was trying to judge me just like everyone else.

He was just worried about me. I smiled to myself but quickly slapped myself out of it. No, I'm sure that's not the case. The Lycan King can never be worried about me. He was just concerned for his reputation. Yes, that must be it.

THE NEXT DAY

I was just about finishing breakfast when one of the guards entered.

"Your Majesty," he immediately bowed. "I apologize for interrupting you, but there's a crazy man outside creating a ruckus. He is demanding to see you."

"Who?"

"He said he is Alastai