After a two-day journey, they arrive outside the council. “It is time that I accept the burden that chance has seen fit to lay on me,” Prince Deacon said out loud, taking a deep breath. “Came for the birth of your child?” Prince Andre, the were-owl asked, startling princess Freda. “Stop wasting my time and let us in,” Prince Deacon demanded. “You brought a little peace offering? She smells supernatural, but I can't place her,” Prince Andre said, circling around princess Freda. “She is a lycan hybrid,” Prince Deacon said. “I can smell the wolf on her, but she does not smell half-dead to me,” Prince Andre took a deep sniff of her hair. “Princess Freda, meet prince Andre. In case you are wondering; yes he is always this creepy,” Prince Deacon mocked. “Princess? Interesting.” Prince Andre took a piece of her hair and turned it around his fingers. “If you touch her again, it will be the last time,” Prince Ra jumped out of nowhere. “Prince Ra, what brings you to the council?” Princ
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