Conaan stood in front of the mirror, a small smile playing on his lips as he took in the small flower petal that was still stuck on his shoulder. He slowly moved his right arm to remove it, then brought it to his eyes, his smile growing a little wide.

A small knock interrupted his reverie, and he covered his hand around the flower, then turned to the door.

Brandon walked in, then locked the door behind him. "Your highness. A petition has been sent to the court."

Conaan's face immediately fell. He hated those petitions. They always reflected the problems of the lycans and when he didn't get them,...